The Rich Shiba Inu

Don’t run, don’t beg, don’t plead the skies,The richest flows where stillness lies.No chase, no fight, no desperate call...

No bark, no cry, no hurried race,The gift appears in perfect place.Not pulled by want, nor pushed by fear,It drifts on s...

I walk the path, no rush, no race,The gold I seek is in my pace.No need to chase what’s bound to be—The flow of time ali...

I see the crowd, I watch them pass,Their chase for gold, for fame, for glass.I take a turn, I pause, I stray—The world s...

I see the world, but don’t reply.I hear the noise, but let it die.No bark is needed to be seen.My silence speaks of wher...

The leash once held, but now is gone.Not torn by rage—just gently drawn.I stood, I paused, I felt the breeze,And walked ...

I don’t chase cars, I don’t chase fame,The wind still knows my silent name.I sniff the ground, then change my pace,No ra...

No breakfast bark, no dinner dash,I skip the bowl, but still feel flash.The breeze smells sweet, the world is clear,No f...

I trade a tick, I press, I wait,I stitch a shirt, I tempt my fate.I share a verse, I cast a coin—And still the bubbles a...

The shape of what you quietly called in.What if it wasn’t luck at all?What if you shaped it—without knowing you did?No s...