Pushing weight down a dusty street,
Sweat like medals on your brow
A silent soldier with tired feet.
But brother, do
you ever pause to dream?
Beyond the load, beyond the day?
Do you know there's a wheel behind a screen?
That turn fortunes another way?
Not all men dodge
the dust and sun,
Some must toil just to survive.
But oh! If you could grasp this truth,
That knowledge wakes the soul alive.
The line is thin,
not etched in stone,
Between squalor’s grip and a rising tone.
It’s not in muscle, not in might,
But how you think, and where you fight.
Money's not made
by magic hands,
It grows where daring men will stand,
To package thought, to see a need,
To build a system from a seed.
Take your
handcart, look again:
Could it be more than just a pain?
Could it deliver more than goods?
Could it build empires in your ‘hood?
Uber was once just
idle cars,
Facebook started behind dorm bars.
They scaled ideas, they tweaked the frame,
They played the same but changed the game.
So stretch, just
stretch, a little more.
Push not just loads, but dream and score.
One extra step, one wider gaze,
Could flip your nights and light your days.
Don’t just sweat, strategise.
Don’t just push, prioritize.
Don’t just move, organize.
Don’t just live, rise.
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