The Blueprints " Ascendor"

--- **The Blueprint's ** Set your blueprint and lets Allah will Monologue 1 I held the blueprint, crisp and clean, A map of destiny, a perfect scene. Each line was straight, each angle true, A future sketched in black and blue. The towers of ambition, tall and grand, The tranquil waters, the promised land. I knew the cost, I knew the climb, The measured rhythm, the tock of time. M2 The first step taken, a hopeful stride, With the blueprint's comfort as my guide. But the path, which seemed a simple line, Began to warp, a twisted vine. A sudden storm, a jagged rock, A key that fit no promised lock. The ink I'd used to draw the way Began to bleed, to blur, to gray. M3 The towers I had drawn with care Were not of stone, but of thin air. A chasm yawned where I had planned To cross a bridge to solid land. I cursed the map, I cursed the sky, The "how" and "why" of every why. My planned perfection, torn and tossed, A monument to what was lost. M4 And in that ruin, on my knees, Amidst the shards of shattered ease, I saw a truth I'd not been told: The plan was lead, the goal was gold. The map was but a child's first toy, A preface to a truer joy. The failure wasn't in the fall, But in the fear to lose it all. M5 So I let the final embers burn, A lesson I could not unlearn. And from the ashes, soft and gray, I rose to face a different day. No longer guided by a line, But by a hunger, fierce, divine. The goal was not a distant prize, But a new truth behind my eyes. M6 The journey wasn't to the place, But finding strength to run the race. The achievement wasn't in the crown, But in the self I did not drown. The plan was just a seed of might, That had to rot to find the light. And what I built, I built anew, Not from a map, but from what's true. Closure And what I found, I found anew, Not from a map, but from the true.