In a world where hustle reigns, and dreams ignite,
Imagine a path, less traveled, wrapped in twilight.
You, steadfast in labor’s embrace,
Giving your all, in the endless race.
Years cascade, a silent stream,
In the glow of screens, your ambitions gleam.
Cheers and toils, in office halls,
Imagine, as time silently crawls.
Your thoughts, a fortress against corporate loss,
A guardian of realms, where bosses are boss.
Yet, in your heart, a quiet plea,
Imagine, a whisper of what could be.
Hopes of recognition, silently roar,
A raise, a step, just a bit more.
Days blend into a longing haze,
Imagine, in this labyrinthine maze.
Promises vanish, like morning dew,
The coveted prize, given to a chosen few.
Your spirit weeps, in silent reverie,
Imagine, this twist in your story.
Yet, in this echo of unmet dreams,
A spark ignites, a new plan gleams.
What if the architect of fate is you,
Imagine, a path, distinctly new.
A venture bold, under your command,
Where dreams are forged, in your own hand.
Self-worth blooms, in this newfound land,
Imagine, where you proudly stand.
For in the end, it’s not just about the grind,
But the fire in your soul, uniquely designed.
In your journey, be the unwavering sea,
Imagine, and set your spirit free.