Incomplete

Desire whispers softly, dreams take their seat,  

A spark in the soul, yet the fire incomplete.  

The heart may yearn, the mind may aspire,  

But stagnant hope cannot stoke the fire.  

Ambition wears the armor of toil,  

It thrives on sweat, not idle soil.  

Each step taken, a stone in the stream,  

Turning mere wishes into the gleam.  

Desire may paint the canvas of thought,  

But action carves the masterpiece sought.  

For hands that labor, and feet that stride,  

Transform the longing that burns inside.  

In the realm where success is born,  

Dreams are fleeting, easily torn.  

Yet action builds the bridge we cross,  

Through fields of effort, through gain and loss.  

So let desire be the seed you sow,  

But action the river where ambitions flow.  

For it’s not the dream, nor the flame you’ve lit,  

But the steps you take that make you fit.