Within the shadows cast by daylight's glare,
A leader walks, burdened with no self care.
From dawn's first light to twilight's shade,
The weight of duty never fades.

Their steps, hurried yet filled with grace,
Navigating the relentless race.
Of time's cruel grip, the unyielding hold,
Leaves scarce moments for stories untold.

The morning sun, a fleeting glimpse,
As aspirations rise and risks commence.
Decisions made in fleeting hours,
In solitude, they tend to powers.

A quiet mind seeks wisdom's sight,
Beneath the stars that...