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Learn to Starve Yourself

Before their hands withhold the plate, Before you're taught that hunger's fate, Learn to dine on less than full, To tame the beast, to break the pull. When crumbs are kings and silence feasts, You’ll find your strength among the least. A man who’s fasted tastes the air, Yet walks with calm through lean despair. Let discipline become your bread, And self-control the path you tread. For those who feast at others' cost Will leave you starving, cold, and lost. So train your gut to not depend On every gift that others send. Choose now the hunger you embrace— Or else be emptied in disgrace. Freedom wears a lighter frame, It does not beg, it plays no game. To starve by will is not to lose— It is the fiercest strength you choose.
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Waga

In a town where time swirled like a dance,
There lived a man named Waga, with a curious stance.
He'd chuckle and grin with a gleam in his eye,
For 'not now' was his favorite, no need to ask why.

When lovers would plan, with hearts all aflutter,
Waga would chime in, his voice like smooth butter:
"'Not now' is the best time," he'd say with a wink,
"For weddings are sweeter when on the brink."

He'd point to the stars, to the moon up above,
Claiming love's timing was part of its trove.
"No need for rush, nor haste in the air,
Let's savor the moment, with time to spare."

With wisdom disguised in a mischievous grin,
Waga's words carried weight, they'd sink right in.
For in the chaos of life's hurried race,
He found solace in 'not now's' gentle embrace.

So when bells rang out, and vows were recited,
Waga would smile, his heart ignited.
For in the end, as the sun gently set,
Love found its time, in a moment well met.

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