A lighthouse stands to guide these lands

It overlooks the gulf, the sea

Built to be a beacon, yes

Yet casts no light for you nor me

Dynasties: they are not made

They’re earned through blood, through patience, grit

And though our lighthouse claims to guide

It stands complacent; never lit

Life is not a thing you read

It is not taught, nor ‘tis decreed

Life, well, it is what you make

It’s what you boil, burn, or bake

Systems, aye, they rise and fall

There’s naught a rule that governs all

Know this, and you rule your fate

You don’t react, you just…create

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