I woke up one day,thought I had it all right,
Books in my bag,future shinning so bright.
Life felt so smooth,like a "perfect design",
Then it all crumbled, couldn't "cross the line".
School was a blast,I was "top of my game,"
Acing each "test",building up my name.
Then "homework" piled up,stacked way too high,
I tried to escape,but my "controller denied."
I failed to "re-spawn", "focus" started to fade,
Karate class came, but I was afraid,
My punches went weak,my kicks lost their flow,
Then I asked a "vendor",why my "controller's" so slow.
He shrugged it off and said I was too late,
The shop closed down but I could just wait.
Friends came and went,like seasons in change,
My plans fell apart and I felt so strange.
The future was a fog, no clear path or clue,
I slammed my my controller like,"It's 'cause of you!"

Looked in the mirror,wasn't sure,who I'd be,
Motivation gone, feeling lost at the sea.
Then one day,I got hit by a "spark!"
"Just take a breathe,go light up the dark."
I found my "rhythm",went back in the "zone,"
Realized life's a journey,not just a "throne".
Picked up my books, "controller's" all "repaired",
Got ready for the "war",nice and "prepared".
War without a strategy ? is nothing but a fall,
So I went to the "masters" who just knew it all.
They enlightened me, like the "all-seeing-eye",
& "colored" my "character" with "potions and dye."
Said,"Plans may fail,dream might break,
But you have to rise, no matter the stake."
"Each fall's a lesson, each slip is a guide,
It's not about winning, it's taking the ride."

So here's what I learned as I dust off my fears,
Life's a wild "game" through of these years.
With "masters" who guide, we rise with their grace,
They shape the silence in our searching face.
Through every mistake, they help us to grow,
Showing us paths, we didn't yet know.
So thank you dear "masters" for all that you give,
You teach us to dream and help us to live.
In every challenge, you us the way,
With kindness and wisdom you brighten our day!