Destiny

Beneath the stars, a thread we weave,
A tapestry spun, though hard to perceive.
With every choice, each step, each turn,
The fires of fate within us burn.

A whisper calls from realms unknown,
Guiding hearts through the seeds we’ve sown.
No map to hold, no compass to steer,
Yet onward we move, through hope and fear.

Destiny waits, a silent muse,
A riddle of paths we cannot choose.
Yet in its pull, a freedom lies,
To shape the dreams beneath our skies.

Is it written in stone, or fluid as streams,
A symphony played in the echoes of dreams?
Perhaps it’s both, the known and the free,
The dance of fate and will’s decree.

So tread your path, though shadows creep,
For destiny wakes in the bold who leap.
Embrace the unknown, let courage ignite,
And carve your own stars in the canvas of night.