Some walk the streets with eyes cast low
Counting coins and borrowed time
Others lift their gaze to mornings glow
Chasing purpose in silent rhyme
One seeks warmth from daily bread
The other feeds on visions fire
One builds a roof above his head
The other climbs ideals higher
Not all who dream wear tailored suits
Not every flame comes from the sun
Some light a candle in worn-out boots
And shine for others one by one
So when you ask what drives a soul
Beyond the wage beyond the plan
Its the quiet need to make life whole
To leave this world more kind than when it began