For without goals, what is man, But drifting leaves on shifting sand?A vessel lost in tides unknown, A hollow seed, unsown, alone.
Without a dream, without a fire onday:
Where lies the spark or true desire.
No stars to chase, no path to find, Just aimless steps and restless mind.
But set your sights beyond the haze, Let purpose carve your weary days.
For man is more than flesh and bone— With goals, he claims a fate his own. Gm 0 reply
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