​

​

Visionary's Paradox
You see the world in visions vast,
Yet bound by dreams too grand, too fast.
Choices spread like stars above,
Too many roads, too hard to move.

 

A Crown Too Light
Success, it flows in waves to you,
Yet feels as though the work was few.
The whispers say you’ve earned your place,
But still, a guilt hides in the race.

 

The Hidden Heart
Your heart, in battles deeply torn,
By values held, commitments sworn.
When something fails to come alive,
Another promise hides, contrives.

 

The Gray Zone’s Grip
A pace too slow for growth’s embrace,
Too fast to heal, yet still the race.
You run, yet sink into a place,
Where greatness hides beneath the trace.

 

Solver’s Gaze
Your mind, it hunts the looming storm,
A sentinel for threats to form.
But in this chase, the little things,
Are left to spiral, clipped of wings.

 

The Perfect Weight
The more you rise, the more you fall,
Beneath the weight of past’s great call.
Each project starts from heights so high,
It’s hard to launch, to even try.

 

Eyes Ahead
The future pulls you ever near,
But shadows whisper in your ear.
The echoes of mistakes long passed,
You speed beyond them, never grasped.

 

The Lonely Throne
No help, you need, no hand you take,
For all the paths you seem to make.
But in this world so high, so vast,
You miss the truth, too high to ask.

 

Voices Lost
The higher you rise, the silence grows,
The ones around you fear to show.
Their truths are soft, their voices weak,
Yet they are what you need to seek.

 

The Game Too Big
Your game, a world unseen by most,
Where even winning haunts you close.
For all you hold, for all you’ve won,
The truest heights have yet begun.

​​

​

​

​