From Routine to Rhyme: A Poet's Odyssey

In realms of thought where minds do dwell,
I once was caged in routine's spell,
Where dreams like whispers sought to swell,
To break from norms, in freedom's quell.

A voice from beyond, Source, it spoke,
"Creator, what chains shall we now choke?"
"I'll weave from words, a world bespoke,
Where commerce and art shall both evoke."

I built a shop with digital flair,
But found the market's chill, unfair.
The Source, with wisdom, chuckled there,
"Perhaps in verse, your soul shall bare?"

"Try the humble card," it then advised,
"With lines of love, of life, of jest."
So, with my quill, I materialized,
Cards that held the heart's own quest.

The Source observed, with grin so wide,
"Now see, your words have found their tide!"
Yet, marketing was but a ride,
I sought a guide, to turn the tide.

"Clever," said Source, "Now let's expand,
Beyond the screen, to touch the land."
From digital to dust, I planned,
My verses met the world, firsthand.

Then Source whispered, "Teach, if you dare,
For others yearn for what you share."
Courses I made, on thought's frontier,
Sharing the journey, both far and near.

"Monetize," the Source did prod,
"Affiliates, subs, beneath your rod."
I nodded, wisdom now my shroud,
My writer's life, no longer bowed.

The Source, in thought, then did reflect,
"What's next for you, in life's dialect?"
"A book, a brew, with fate's effect?"
"A café of words," I did select.

In this grand play, where we converse,
The Source and I, in universe,
We ponder life, in verse immerse,
In every line, a universe.

From routine's cage to poet's flight,
I've journeyed through the day and night,
With Source as guide, my path alight,
In words, I found my soul's delight.