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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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Hunt, or Be Hunted!

Siasa chafu, where power breathes and swells,  
A phrase is spoken, a warning bell—  
Hunt, or be hunted, the game of chase,  
In high-stakes fields, where all must race.  

Aggression fuels the drive to win,  
To stay ahead, let none break in.  
A cutthroat dance, where power's gained,  
And rivals fall, or are contained.  

But as we chase this endless prize,  
A shadow grows beneath our eyes.  
Trust erodes, and hearts grow cold,  
The price of victory, steep and bold.  

In this pursuit, where none are free,  
We lose ourselves in rivalry.  
The game we play, with rules unkind,  
Can fracture soul and cloud the mind.  

Yet balance calls, a gentle voice,  
To guide our steps, to make a choice—  
To lift the veil of ruthless fire,  
And find a path where all aspire.  

For in the race, we need not lose  
Our empathy, or ethics choose.  
A healthy spirit, competition fair,  
Will nurture growth, a bond to share.  

So as we hunt, let’s not forget,  
The human cost of each regret.  
For in the end, it’s not the prize,  
But how we’ve played, that truly lies.

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