Life can be confusing,
Dreams come through, yet joy feels fleeting,
No longer does their shine make us whole,
I now understand why it's called a pursuit—
Happiness, elusive as the wind,
It’s the chase that shapes our soul.The process, the struggle, the climb,
It’s the journey, not the end,
Where the beauty lies, in lessons learned,
A blessing in disguise, or sometimes plain,
In every twist, every turn.
© Boriifromthebronx