No Perfect Plan

Beneath the sunlit arch of dreams,  

Where courage flows in steady streams,  

A quiet force, unseen, prevails—  

The freedom found within our fails.  

No gilded path, no perfect plan,  

Defines the rise of every man.  

It’s in the stumble, slip, and fall,  

We learn to rise above it all.  

The unseen hand, so soft, so strong,  

Whispers, “Failure’s not for long.  

Each misstep holds a hidden key,  

Unlocking doors to destiny.”  

To dare, to try, to leap, to miss—  

It is the prelude to success.  

For boldness finds its truest test  

In moments doubt would call its best.  

So fear not failure’s fleeting sting,  

It teaches how to spread your wings.  

The unseen hand will guide you still,  

To climb each height, surpass each hill.  

Embrace the falls, for in their wake,  

The boldest paths to triumph take.  

Through freedom’s trials, the soul is blessed—  

The unseen hand shapes bold success.