When attention drifts and effort fades,
The mind grows weak in quiet shades.
Lessons heard but not held tight
Fail to sharpen thought or sight.
The hand that writes without due care
Learns no skill, shows no repair.
Handwriting mirrors how we think—
Loose thoughts cause the pen to sink.
A restless mind that does not train
Avoids deep thought, escapes the strain.
Soon it follows, does not lead,
Acts on habit, not on need.
Daily study, calm and slow,
Is how strong minds begin to grow.
Focus builds the power to see,
To reason well, to choose, to be.
Discipline is not a chain,
It frees the thought from mental drain.
The mind well-used, alert, and clear
Finds purpose strong and judgment fair.
So wake attention, day by day,
Let learning shape your inner way.
For those who think, and think with care,
Rise beyond what others dare.
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