Reflections on Life’s Path

Through winding roads and paths I’ve chanced to tread,

Where choices bloom like roses, bright and bold.

Each step a story, tales of joy or dread,

In whispers soft, life’s mysteries unfold.

A simple turn, a glance, a quiet choice,

Can stir the ripples on the pond of fate.

Each moment calls, and in its fleeting voice,

It shapes the lives we forge and cultivate.

The past is but a guide, the future free;

A canvas waiting, blank as morning light.

In paths unknown, I choose my destiny,

With open heart and dreams both brave and bright.

So here I stand, with pen in hand and soul,

Writing my tale, unbound, complete and whole.