In youth's bright bloom, a heart aflame,
A myriad of dreams unclaimed.
Eager hands, the world to tame,
In every breath, a wish named.
Stars whispered secrets, in night's embrace,
Ambitions sown in fertile ground.
Each step forward, a fervent chase,
In the mirror of time, a purpose found.
Prayers woven through the silent nights,
Desires clung like a tight suit.
Through trials, joys, and fleeting sights,
The quest deepened, as the seeker grew.
With every dawn, a promise made,
A relentless march towards the unseen.
Sacrifices on ambition's altar laid,
For a glimpse of what could have been.
The heart, a compass, ever true,
Guided by the North Star's glow.
Yet in its beating, something withdrew,
A silent echo, a forgotten woe.
Then, the summit, bathed in golden light,
The dream's silhouette, now clear.
In that moment, bereft of delight,
A revelation, stark and severe.
Gazing upon the conquered sphere,
Where fulfillment's rivers should flow.
Yet in the heart, a void so severe,
An emptiness none could foreknow.
In triumph's shadow, a silent query,
Why does victory taste so bland?
Why does my everything, seemingly feel like nothing?
