Run after all, you’ll stumble and fall. Pick just a path, you’ll stand tall. People forget what you bought or wore. They’ll only recall the love you bore. Freedom’s not doing whatever you please. It’s finding your chains — and wearing them with ease. Everything chased, nothing gained. One true focus — wisdom attained. Gold won’t last, nor will pride. But love will echo, far and wide. No-limit freedom soon feels hollow. The right constraints are worth to follow.