Forge Your Path

Why wait for sparks to set the iron on fire,
When strength within can forge the flames anew?
The daring hands, not those who idly woo,
Shall carve their place and rise to claim their higher.

Through sweat and flame is born the truest might,
While idle dreams like fleeting shadows strew.
The bold endure, their paths they boldly hew,
While cowards fade beneath the veil of night.

Now seize the hour; let hammers echo sound,
Declare your stand and shape what lies ahead.
Each blazing spark shall light the dreamer's way.

For those who wait shall never fate astound,
But drift like whispers on the sands unread,
Their fleeting lives consumed by slow decay.