I searched for truth both near and far, through dusty books and old memoirs.
They whispered, "Thoughts shape all you see!" Could life be just a dream of me?

If mind is king and rules the game, Are all my struggles born from the name?

Yet truth needs time, it won’t appear, Just wishing won’t make wisdom clear.
So seek, explore—don’t wait too long, For truth's the prize of minds made strong!