Don't lose yourself in echoes loud,
Where fleeting voices form a crowd.
Stay true to the silent, the calm, the wise,
For they're the ones who'll lift you high.
Don't chase the wind when it starts to blow,
Scaling fast will make you slow.
Trends may rise, but soon they fall,
Only passion will stand tall.
When burnout comes, take heed and rest,
You deserve only what feels best.
Let joy be your compass, your steady guide,
And never let your soul divide.
Competition comes with a faceless grin,
But uniqueness is where you'll win.
If they can copy, let them try—
Your spirit soars far beyond the sky.
Platforms change and fade away,
But your true connection will always stay.
In your hands, you hold the key,
To build a legacy that's wild and free.
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