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But who will listen, who will care
Without the crowd to take the call
The rise is empty, the power small
A throne with none to gather there.
The words may shine, the posts may gleam
But what is vision without a dream
No hearts to touch, no minds to sway
No lives to shift along the way
An endless echo with no theme.
For influence blooms where trust is grown
In every life a seed is sown
Without the hearts to tend and feed
What is the worth of voice or creed
A hollow crown, a king unknown.
The world responds to acts that bind
A soul that lifts the human mind
An influencer finds worth in this
Not clicks or likes but shared abyss
A path to meaning intertwined.
So ask yourself in fleeting fame
Is it the glory or the flame
For without the influenced to inspire
Your reach is but a vain desire
A shadow chasing its own name.
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