This Dream Is Not Mine

They say it’s a battle of numbers and plans,

A game of the clever, the wise, the sharp hands.

But behind the ledgers, beneath the charts,

Entrepreneurship wages a war of the heart.

The mind may draft a flawless design,

Yet fear will whisper, "This dream isn’t mine."

Doubt will linger, cold and stark,

A shadow creeping inside the dark.

The heart must fight when the losses rise,

When silence answers your battle cries.

It must bleed for visions yet unseen,

For roads unpaved, for the space between.

The mind may learn, adapt, adjust,

But only the heart can dare to trust.

For strategy falters when passion is weak,

And logic alone won’t climb the peak.

So let them say it's numbers and schemes,

Let them measure success by tangible means.

But the war is won by those who stand—

Not with their mind, but with their hand

Pressed firm against their beating chest,

Where fire outlasts every test.