I ran with hope and books in hand, the gates ahead in view,
But time betrayed me with a tick that didn’t quite ring true.
A spring too slow, a fate too fast, my dream was left behind—
So I began to chase the clock that dared to twist my time.
They laughed at wires, rust and cold, “This will not ever last,”
But I believed in currents strong to leave the past in past.
I failed, I froze, I tried again, through every spark and storm—
Until one cell, with steady light, rewrote the ticking norm.
Some think that loss is where it ends,
But I have found it starts—
For every “no” can light a path
Through broken gears and hearts.
A single second changed my course—
Now time moves where I chart.
So listen close to ticking now—it hums with something new,
A pulse born not of winding springs, but something strong and true.
A boy who once missed one small chance built light that wouldn't fade—
A dream delayed, not lost, became the power we all made.