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Heart of Stone

He built his dreams with fire and steel,   Through sweat and pain, through grit and will.   His path was carved with silent nights,   A war he waged beyond the sights.   But love, so sweet, so soft, so near,   Whispered dreams into his ear.   A choice was placed upon his chest—   His passion’s flame, or love’s request.   He turned away from burning light,   Held her close, embraced the night.   Yet soon he found, to his dismay,   Both love and purpose slipped away.   For goals demand a heart of stone,   And love still longs to call its own.   To chase one means to lose the fight,   To hold both tight is rarest might.   So walk the road with eyes aware,   Choose with wisdom, choose with care.   For once you drop what makes you whole,   You lose the fire—and lose your soul.
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Mwanyasi

In the heart of Mwanyasi, a flame once burned bright,
His path seemed clear, his future in sight.
Through valleys of ambition, he strode with might,
Blinded by visions, he yearned for the height.

In the rush of his fervor, he followed the call,
Clasped the illusions, scales on his eyes did fall.
With every step taken, he built his own wall,
Unaware that danger lurked within the thrall.

But as echoes of wisdom whispered through the night,
Mwanyasi paused, beheld a fading light.
In shadows of uncertainty, he glimpsed the blight,
Realized his chosen road led to endless plight.

Amidst the shattered dreams, he found the key,
That not all paths tread were meant to be free.
With humility's embrace, he finally could see,
That in surrendering, true liberation would be.

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