One day I’ll sleep and drift away,
In dreams, I’ll find a spark to stay.
Something new, a path so bright,
A calling that wakes me to fight.

I’ll rise with passion, clear in view,
To chase what only dreamers do.
But some days, there’s nothing there—
The world feels heavy, void, and bare.

On those days, I’ll close my mind,
Leave the noise of life behind.
For sometimes all I need to do,
Is blank the world and make it through.

In the dance of chase and rest,
I trust that both are for the best.