In halls where wisdom seeks to dwell,
The weight of excellence, none can quell.
A burden borne on shoulders frail,
To meet the standards, lest we fail.
The early bird must claim its prize,
Yet how to rise with sleepless eyes?
Curriculum vast, a labyrinth deep,
In which the weary mind doth creep.
Tests and scores, like looming towers,
Turn fleeting days into endless hours.
Heavy lies the head that wears the crown,
Yet falters oft beneath its gown.
Within the heart, the tempests rage,
Of doubt and fear we disengage.
Comparison is the thief of joy, they say,
But social mirrors show decay.
From screens where false ideals gleam bright,
The mind seeks solace in the night.
Amongst our peers, the battle's drawn,
Friendships bloom, yet soon are torn.
For cliques and factions draw the line,
While some are left alone to pine.
The tongue is sharper than the sword,
And wounds inflicted are ignored.
In digital realms, distractions call,
While time slips fast, like sand in thrall.
The idle mind is the devil's play,
As safety falters in the fray.
Cyber worlds where bullies prowl,
The innocent beneath their scowl.
The weight of debt, a looming tide,
Dreams of freedom cast aside.
What path to tread? What future holds?
All that glitters is not gold.
Careers uncertain, lives adrift,
Searching still for purpose, swift.
Beyond, the Earth doth cry for care,
Its future fragile, gasping air.
He who plants a tree plants hope,
In justice too, we learn to cope.
For every battle fought alone,
The seeds of change are boldly sown.
Yet in the darkest hour of strife,
Hope springs eternal in this life.
With counsel sought and heart aligned,
The path is clearer, once confined.
Through toil and trial, we rise anew,
Where there's a will, there's a way to pursue.
With family’s gaze, expectations high,
To whom much is given, much is required, they cry.
Yet dreams are fragile, hopes are pressed,
Beneath the weight of their behest.
In seeking balance, we tread the line,
Between our hearts and duties fine.
Still, through the storm, we must endure,
Fortune favors the bold, of that we’re sure.
Resilience grows with every fall,
Through hardship’s hands, we stand tall.
For in the trials, strength is spun,
The race is long, but it’s only begun.
So onward, then, with heads held high,
Every cloud has a silver lining in the sky.
For though the path may twist and bend,
There’s light and hope around the bend.
In every battle, courage grows,
After the rain, the flower shows.

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