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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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Dreams Left Tattered

I wake each day to a muted sun,  
The clock’s stern ticking has just begun.  
A job that drains, a soul confined,  
Dreams left tattered, hope maligned.  

The walls are gray, the tasks mundane,  
Each hour passes, a weary refrain.  
The spark I held, it flickers dim,  
Lost in a sea of "just fit in."  

I loathe the grind, the endless fight,  
To trade my days for sleepless nights.  
But fear’s a whisper, soft yet strong,  
"What if you're wrong? What if you're wrong?"  

The bills, they loom, a heavy shroud,  
Responsibilities speak aloud.  
"Stay where it’s safe, don’t chase the dream,  
Life’s not as simple as it may seem."  

Yet somewhere deep, a fire remains,  
A yearning voice that breaks the chains.  
"Step out, be bold, let courage lead,  
Plant a new path, sow your own seed."  

The fear persists, it grips, it bites,  
But freedom glimmers in the nights.  
A leap of faith may tear the veil,  
And turn the fear into a tale.  

So here I stand, at courage’s door,  
Afraid to leave, afraid of more.  
But maybe soon, I’ll find my way,  
And live to love my work one day.

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