Sun in 6th? Work harder, routines bring success

Sun’s light falls. Work’s weight grows, a heavy load. Routines bind, with silent chains. Health’s whisper, a fragile plea. Discipline’s path, a lonely climb.

Tasks rise high, a daunting wall. Service calls, a hollow sound. Balance sought, in shifting sands. Efficiency’s mask, a weary guise. Competence’s prize, a lonely crown.

Skills sharpen slow, on weary stones. Habits form, in shadowed hours. Responsibility’s weight, a heavy toll. Health’s echo, a fading sigh. A lonely craft, in silent rooms.

But shadows grow, in work’s long night. Self-care fades, a distant dream. Boundaries blur, in driven haste. A lonely soul, seeks fleeting peace.