But I press the key—
Not for glory, not for pity,
But for the yearning to see beyond.
Through the cracks seep flickers—
Colors of sorrow, joy, life’s mosaic,
Hidden behind the door.
Empathy whispers: “Struggle, aspire.”
It is no weakness to reach.
It is the beauty of becoming whole—
Together, without surrender.
Where does the novel world begin?
Perhaps where rules begin to fray,
And curious minds come out to play.
That inner urge to break the mold,
A story waiting to unfold.
It's in the leap, the daring quest,
To see things differently, and be blessed.
Their flaws disguised, their sins postponed.
Yet hubris swells, their masks decay,
Exposed by time, their pride gives way.
But from the ruins wisdom grows,
A brighter path the seeker knows.
Though idols fall, their lessons gleam,
To mend the world, rebuild the dream.
Truth is the stillness the winds deny.
We chase the waves, the skies that turn,
Yet flames of change are all we burn.
A shadow stands where none can know,
It bends the stars, yet will not show.
The signal fades, the world unwinds,
What cannot vary hides behind.
