The first great battle lies within,
A war of will where doubts begin.
The mind resists, the body aches,
The heart pleads soft for past mistakes.
Yet rise above, stand firm, endure,
Let courage make your purpose pure.
For once you tame the storm inside,
No force on earth can turn the tide.
When laziness whispers, still you stay,
Time slips, your edge fades away.
Lost in shadows, lost in self,
Drifting dreams left on the shelf.
Just take a step, let motion start,
The path unfolds, a beating heart.
No map is needed, just be free—
In movement, you’ll find destiny.
Be a witness, not the tide,
Watch the river, stand aside.
On the edge, a beggar’s gaze,
Drifting through the endless haze.
Step within, embrace the throne,
In the center, you’re your own.
Not a seeker, not the plea,
But the emperor, bold and free.
