No signs or whispers of destiny's thread.
All I can do is release my hold,
Let fate shape the path where my story unfolds.
A chapter filled with questions, an empty space.
More riddles than answers greet me here,
As I grasp for meaning in moments unclear.
Life weaves its tapestry beyond what I began.
Though I once fought for control, now I see,
The beauty in life’s unchosen mystery.
Finding peace in each step, however unplanned.
Embracing each fragment, every piece and part,
With hope that fate will guide my heart.