The Solver

Anything is possible—so they say,

But few truly walk that narrow way.

Dreamers drift, but doers know:

Focus is the fire that makes ideas grow.

A problem stands like a wall, so high,

Yet the focused eye sees past the sky.

Not scattered thoughts, nor noisy plans,

But a steady hand with a working man's stance.

The world pays not for noise or flair,

But for answers crafted with careful care.

Cash flows not to the one who begs,

But to the solver who stands on firm legs.

Laser your gaze—cut through the fog,

Each step a chisel, each task a log.

Build your bridge through the mental storm,

Where solutions shine and wealth takes form.

For money listens with tender ears,

Not to hope, nor to hollow cheers.

But to the whisper of a well-shaped key,

That unlocks a pain, and sets it free.

So solve. Don’t stall. Don’t shift or sway—

Solution is love in a business way.

And when you love the problem through,

Positive cash will flow to you.