The Sabotage
In the quiet clockwork of our days,Lurks a silent hand that rearranges fate—A whisper of dissonance in the haze,A fracture hidden behind a smiling gate.
It strikes in moments when our hope is high,Planting seeds of doubt within fertile ground;A covert thief under a placid sky,Where dreams and whispered fears are tightly bound.
Each promise built with care may subtly crumble,As inner saboteurs reclaim their might;In fragile hearts, the barricades may tumble,Turning dawn's embrace to shadowed night.
Yet in this art of ruin lies a spark—A chance to forge new paths from broken schemes;For from the ruins of the old and stark,We build our towers from the shards of dreams.
Embrace the sabotage as part of growth,A tempest shaping who we're meant to be;Within the chaos, find a quiet oath—To rise, rebuild, and set our spirit free.