Rise Like a King

To the ones who forgot what greatness tastes like. The weekend warriors, the ones who

go hard and wanna rise harder. This is not a rule book. This is your

reset. Your revival. To the ones who've danced with firelight.

Who poured their spirit into midnight cups. And woke to fog where vision

once was clear. This is not penance. This is your return,

your breath, your rhythm. Your reclaiming. You trace the

rim of last night's glass. Not with regret but quiet asks. What if my

cells could rise unbruised? What if my dawn came crystal hue?