Navigating the Whims of Destiny
Within the labyrinth of time, we wander blind,
Certain by threads unseen, but entwined.
Destiny, a capricious weaver of goals,
Spins its tapestry with silent schemes.
Some days, it gilds the air with gold,
A symphony of heat, a narrative instructed.
However others, it storms with wind and rain,
A tempest’s wrath, a soul’s chorus.
How can we stand when the earth offers method?
When shadows lengthen and night time holds sway?
When doubt, like fog, obscures the trail,
And concern’s chilly whisper ignites its wrath?
We breathe, we belief, although the celebrities might disguise,
For peace resides the place religion abides.
Not within the certainty of sunlit skies,
However within the braveness to face the cries.
Destiny is just not a grasp, however a dance,
A fleeting waltz, a understanding look.
Its steps might falter, its rhythm might break,
But nonetheless, we transfer for motion’s sake.
Embrace the unknown, that huge expanse,
The place thriller and marvel freely prance.
For in uncertainty, life is huge—
Every second treasured, none meant to final.
Plant seeds of hope within the fractured soil,
Let endurance have a tendency the fruit of your toil.
Although storms might rage and winds might churn,
In stillness, quiet knowledge burns.
Bear in mind, you might be each ship and sea,
Navigating the waves, but boundless, free.
Destiny might information, nevertheless it doesn’t outline—
Your coronary heart, your spirit, are wholly thine.
So when the whims of fortune twist,
And all that’s secure appears to float,
Maintain quick to peace, that internal flame,
A beacon regular, your truest identify.
For within the dance with destiny’s design,
We discover ourselves, our reality, our signal.
By means of each shadow, via each hue,
The journey’s essence is present in you.
