My Lasting Minutes

The future bends to hearts that dare,
To dream beyond the weighted stare.
Not those who drift or softly tread,
But those who chase what lies ahead.

A vision born in silent night,
Ignites the will, becomes the fight.
For dreams are seeds, but courage rains—
It’s grit that breaks the binding chains.

So rise, you soul with fire inside,
Let doubt be hushed and fear subside.
The road is steep, the path unclear,
But bold steps make the dream draw near.