There is a place inside you No map has ever traced, a quiet room behind the ribs where light forgets to stay. No one sees it when you smile, No one hears it when you speak. It moves beneath your laughter like a river running deep. It is yours alone to carry, not carved for other hands, a language made of silence Only your soul understands. Some mornings it is heavier, a stone you cannot name, And still you rise and wear your life as if it were the same. But pain, it does not leave you when ignored or pushed away, it waits within the folds of time, it learns you day by day. It is not your enemy, though it cuts without a sound; it is the truth you buried but still lives underground. And yes, there are nights it breaks you, when endurance feels too wide, when even breath feels borrowed And there is nowhere left to hide. Yet somehow you continue, not because you do not fall, but because within the breaking You still answer life’s call. You learn to walk beside it, not beneath it, not above...
Life starts without anything no riches, no fame, no story to tell. You arrive quietly like morning with nothing but air around you. You have nothing in your hands no land to call yours a new beginning, a moment of birth. The world is big a road you have not walked You walk it like it is yours. You collect things, chase goals you want more you measure how good you are by what you have. You fill rooms with stuff put your name on things but all the things you have are not really yours. Time moves slowly quickly it takes things you love changes what you know and leaves you wondering what is still real. You run after what you want you hold on tight you work hard you try to be better. But the road keeps turning it never stays still All the things you have will go away. In the end there is quiet a breath, no money in your pocket no prize to win. Just memories of moments of love and pain like footprints washed away by rain. You leave like you came, no less no titles to carry no need for things...