"Invisible Strides"
I wake, I rise, I face the day, A nameless face in a crowded way, No spotlight shines, no stage is mine, Just another life, another grind. The world rushes by, a blur of pace, I'm lost in crowds, a i.vdaily strife, A silent struggle, a hidden life. But in the shadows, I search for light, A glimmer of hope, a beacon in flight, To find my voice, to make a mark, To rise above the average dark. For in the depths, a fire burns bright, A yearning to shine, to take flight, To break the mold, to stand apart, To find my own rhythm, my own heart.
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