Here’s your full poem with the new lines perfectly blended in: --- If the world stops, and you're the last one, Will you choose to live? Will you cherish life, or fade into silence? Will you stand as a lone wanderer? Dare to say yes, and you’ve already won. Change comes, not alone, but in waves. The tree never stops casting its shade, Even when no one stands beneath it. Lose, but act—or regret and weep. From the valley, the sun seems small, Yet from the heights, its true form glows. One chance—win or lose, But every fall is a lesson for the next. Don’t chase who’s ahead, chase what’s beyond. Every seed from fruit is thrown down, But it forms into something new. It’s your life, not theirs— Care for yourself, not for anyone else. The wise make the choice, Be a self-lover in a selfish world. Don’t expect others to define your worth, Whether in praise or blame, their words aren’t true. The sun is covered every night by the moon, Yet it never stops rising again. Someday, life will end too, So live freely—at least for it. For your thoughts, your mind, your heart, And be unafraid of their words. You won’t remember their voices in the end, But the moments where you truly lived. Be alive for yourself. Be the light of your lamp. Be the sun of your world. Be the tree of your words. Be an enhanced force. You get this life once, not again. Ignore their stance on you, But remember your last stand. Beyond the Last Stand.