I chose to ACT when silence felt safe—
To step forward, not back, and reshape the space.
Not just to exist, but to build what’s right,
To hold the Earth close, not out of sight.

We slowly DIE when we look away—
When green turns gray and hope decays.
It’s easier to scroll, to shrug, to stall—
But doing nothing is the worst fall of all.

So I RIDE with roots, not smoke in the air,
With purpose in motion and conscious care.
This isn’t a trend—it’s the truth I defend:
A ride toward change, and not the end.