Options

Success, you say, is found in wealth,  

In coins that bring a choice’s stealth.  

Options bloom where money grows,  

Without it, life feels stuck and closed.  

Not for fame or gilded pride,  

But for the doors it throws open wide.  

To turn the key, to walk the way,  

To seize the dawn of a brighter day.  

Platitudes fail, clichés fall flat,  

"You’ll rise again"—you've heard all that.  

What matters now is action's spark,  

A step, however small, in the dark.  

Track the numbers, face the tide,  

Speak to strangers, push fear aside.  

For freedom isn’t bound by gold,  

It’s built by courage, strong and bold.  

Each small act, a brick laid down,  

Toward the life where you wear the crown.  

The journey's yours, and though it’s slow,  

With steady hands, your future will grow.