fulfilment

Fulfilment

Why do my words not reach a few,
Yet linger, unbidden, in others too?
Why some hearts build echoing walls,
While others soar where freedom calls?

Is it the paradox of root and sky,
To feel the earth, yet yearn to fly?
Is it the way they let it grow—
A wild, untamed, unbridled show?

To tame the mind, a life confined,
Or let it wander, raw, unaligned?
Perhaps fulfillment lies between,
The rooted depths and the wild unseen.
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Fulfilment

Fame or integrity, what counts more?
Money or happiness, which endures?
Success or failure, which can harm?
Seek in others, and you’re never calm.

Fulfillment lies in self, not the throng,
Realize your worth, you’ve had it all along.
In that moment of clarity, pure and true,
The whole wide world belongs to you.
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