I long for an island where no one knows my name,
Where silence hums louder than fame.
A shore where burdens melt into the sea,
And I — at last — can live freely.
No titles, no masks, no scripted role,
Just the slow unfolding of a restless soul.
I’d build a life with calloused hands,
And offer help to those who can’t yet stand.
When others stumble, lost in the tide,
I’ll steady their course, walk by their side.
For every novice who dares to try,
I’ll show them how to chase the sky.
Not alone — I’d bring my friend,
One who’s weathered storm and bend.
Together we’d carve the future wide,
And maybe let new hearts inside.
But wishes are seeds, not stars on high —
They don’t fall easy from the sky.
They bloom in dirt, in sweat and pain,
In days of sun, and nights of rain.
Still, I move — heart brave and kind,
With perseverance etched in mind.
To that island, I’ll one day go,
And help the world — soul by soul.
The Enlightenment Project 
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