I am dreaming under a cozy quilt,
Unveiling secrets and mysteries untold.
A hidden whisper calls to me,
'Life is a vast and boundless sea.
You may linger on its tranquil shores,
Or plunge deep into its unseen depths.
Better to dive than skim the surface,
Better to seek than merely observe,
For the onlooker misses the ocean's heart.'
The morning sun rouses me gently,
Calling me to witness unveiled beauty.
The mirror reflects the visage divine,
And within, a voice resounds:
'No light—no worth to my life.'
Am I worthy to behold this light?
The purest messenger, it dispels the dark,
Breaking the shadows that shroud my mind.
It pierces deep, scattering doubts,
Revealing the path long carved for me.
Yet, this path is not my choice for joy;
It is the course I am meant to walk,
To strive toward the perfect man within.
Dreams unfold infinite mysteries,
Pointing me toward radiant goals.
But I do not walk this path alone—
It is the divine force moving me forward.
I must live with purpose divine,
As decreed by the sacred pen.
Not by force, nor by mere desire,
But by the will etched in the heavens.
I follow my course, carved by the divine.
MyKoul
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