In the rhythm of routine, we drift like a stream, Mechanical motions, a life or a dream? Pause, oh, weary heart, let introspection gleam, Is this journey we tread merely a scheme? A dance with the mundane, a scripted play, Lost in the echoes of each passing day. Yet life, a fleeting moment, slips away,ContinueContinue reading “Echoes of Purpose: A Dance through Time”