The Journey Begins
Onto the streets, the world in motion,
A sea of faces, life's commotion,
Each with a purpose, each with a date,
A silent mantra: "The journey begins."
A businessman with briefcase tight,
Racing through the morning light,
Deadlines, meetings, clients await,
His inner clock: "The journey begins."
A student with a heavy load,
Books and notes, the learning road,
Exams and grades to contemplate,
Her future calls: "The journey begins."
The artist with a canvas blank,
Finds inspiration by the bank,
Of a river flowing straight,
A whisper in her mind: "The journey begins."
A doctor heads towards the ward,
To heal and comfort, to afford,
A touch of grace to those who wait,
Her duty’s call: "The journey begins."
A writer at the café's side,
Pen in hand, ideas wide,
Each word a thread to orchestrate,
His story’s weave: "The journey begins."
The craftsman in his dusty shop,
Measures wood with careful chop,
His creations, intricate and great,
A whispered vow: "The journey begins."
In every corner of the town,
Lives intersect, some up, some down,
A common thread they navigate,
Time’s gentle push: "The journey begins."
The streets, a web of destinations,
Of hurried steps and expectations,
Each soul a note in time’s estate,
A melody: "The journey begins."
Through bustling crowds and traffic’s roar,
In every city’s heart and core,
A message clear, a shared dictate,
In life’s broad:The journey begins."
A sea of faces, life's commotion,
Each with a purpose, each with a date,
A silent mantra: "The journey begins."
A businessman with briefcase tight,
Racing through the morning light,
Deadlines, meetings, clients await,
His inner clock: "The journey begins."
A student with a heavy load,
Books and notes, the learning road,
Exams and grades to contemplate,
Her future calls: "The journey begins."
The artist with a canvas blank,
Finds inspiration by the bank,
Of a river flowing straight,
A whisper in her mind: "The journey begins."
A doctor heads towards the ward,
To heal and comfort, to afford,
A touch of grace to those who wait,
Her duty’s call: "The journey begins."
A writer at the café's side,
Pen in hand, ideas wide,
Each word a thread to orchestrate,
His story’s weave: "The journey begins."
The craftsman in his dusty shop,
Measures wood with careful chop,
His creations, intricate and great,
A whispered vow: "The journey begins."
In every corner of the town,
Lives intersect, some up, some down,
A common thread they navigate,
Time’s gentle push: "The journey begins."
The streets, a web of destinations,
Of hurried steps and expectations,
Each soul a note in time’s estate,
A melody: "The journey begins."
Through bustling crowds and traffic’s roar,
In every city’s heart and core,
A message clear, a shared dictate,
In life’s broad:The journey begins."
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