You wanted a puppet, strung to your thread,
Obedient hands, nodding head—
But I am a player, I choose my stage,
I script my lines, I break the cage.
You sought a deal, a cold transaction,
But I burn with a different passion.
You wanted profit, power, control—
I sought the light that frees the soul.
I am a seed, silent yet strong,
I bide my time though you say I’m wrong.
I carry vigour in every cell,
A quiet force, impossible to quell.
You measured success by wealth and might,
But I was chasing deeper insight.
While you built empires that slowly decay,
I grew roots that won’t wash away.
I germinate in darkness deep,
Through doubt, through pain, through dreamless sleep.
I crack, I rise, I face the sun—
A journey of life just begun.
I am not your pawn, your means, your tool,
I am the spark that bends the rule.
You may not see my worth today,
But I am life—I find my way.
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