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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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Guya

In the realm of adulthood, where Guya dwells,
Bills pile high, like towering citadels.
Too many months linger, the money's scarce,
Dreams held captive, in a relentless dance.

Days blur into nights, with tasks to fulfill,
No room for passion, no time to distill.
Purpose eludes him, a distant mirage,
Lost in the grind, of society's barrage.

He yearns for more, for freedom's embrace,
To chase his dreams, with unwavering grace.
But obligations bind, like chains unseen,
Trapping his spirit, in a world too keen.

Yet in the quiet moments, he dares to believe,
That dreams can still flourish, if he'd just conceive.
For being an adult isn't solely bills and strife,
It's about seizing moments, reclaiming life.

So Guya rises, with newfound resolve,
To break free from chains, his dreams to absolve.
For amidst the chaos, he finds his way,
To live with purpose, each and every day.

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