The clock doth tick, the years may paint me grey, Yet in my mind, the fire of youth doth blaze. Each morn I rise with dreams that never sway, My soul ignites in ever brighter rays. While time may seek to tame this mortal frame, My thoughts rebel, with fervor they take flight. Ambition’s call doth echo like a flame, I chase the stars and own the velvet night. This world — my canvas, bold I paint my name, Through sweat and sound, my rhythm leaves a mark. I bend the fate, I’m torching every chain, A comet’s blaze that streaks against the dark. Let age advance, but never shall I yield — For youth’s true power blooms in mind’s own field.
