Echoes of Reality

Life greets us first with golden dreams,

With skies too bright to understand,

Yet sorrow moves in silent streams,

And slips like dust through every hand.

We chase the stars with restless eyes,

Believing time will always stay,

But truth beneath ambition lies—

The strongest hearts still fade away.

The poor may sleep with souls at peace,

While kings grow tired behind their throne,

For wealth can never grant release

From nights we battle all alone.

A smile may hide a thousand fears,

A laugh may carry secret pain,

And often those who dry our tears

Are drowning quietly in rain.

The world respects the ones who rise,

Yet mocks the weak who lose their way,

Still failure teaches far more wise

Than empty victories ever may.

Some friends will leave when storms appear,

Some strangers heal a wounded soul,

And those once distant may grow near

While broken hearts become whole.

No road on earth is free from scars,

No life escapes the touch of grief,

Yet even dark and shattered stars

Can offer weary hearts relief.

So live with kindness while you can,

Let pride and hatred drift apart,

For life is brief for every man,

And love remains the truest art.