Le vie della vita, tortuose e spinose,
Ogni scelta ci porta alla luce o all’ombra.
Alcune vie portano a fortuna radiosa,
Altre si perdono nella nebbia nascosta.

Il successo brilla come stella lontana,
Ma, avvicinandoci, si dissolve il bagliore.
Il fallimento segna con traccia profonda,
Ogni caduta ci guida con cuore.

Tra pioggia e sole camminiamo con grazia,
Perdite e guadagni ci insegnano il sentiero.
Ogni scelta è rischio e speranza sincera,
Attraverso ogni svolta, la nostra strada intera.

Perché il vero valore della vita, in fine,
Sta nei passi fatti e nel senso che ci affina.

Life’s winding roads, a tangled, thorny maze,
Each choice a step toward light or deeper shade.
Some paths lead true, in fortune’s bright cascade,
While others twist through endless, fog-bound haze.

Success shines distant, like a star’s embrace,
But fades as close we come to its warm gleam.
While failure carves its mark, a scar unseen,
Each stumble guides us in a steady pace.

Through rain and sun, we tread with heart and grace,
Both loss and gain our teachers on this way.
Each choice we make, both risk and hope’s display,
Through every turn, our journey finds its place.

For life’s true measure lies in trials spent,
The steps we take, our purpose ever bent.

Life points ahead, but turns unseen
Lead us through fields we’ve never been.
We chase the dreams, bright maps unfold,
But roads grow rough, and hearts grow cold.
Each path we tread, a chance we miss,
The winding way, life’*****-and-miss.

Poem 1
A path laid out in winding curves,
Lures hearts astray with whispered swerves.
Truth, cloaked in fog, a fractured view,
What seems so close slips out of view.
We chase the gleam, we run, we roam,
Yet farther still from finding home.

Poem 2
A compass spins, no north in sight,
Steps fall astray in search of light.
Promises glint like stars above,
Yet fade to dust what we dream of.
Misdirection’s gift: a longing chase,
To reach what vanishes in place.

What is doubt? Doth it bring joy or despair?
Is it a comfort or a source of fear?
A source of strength or way of despair?

Doubt can take away our hope and dreams.
Like a cloud of fog, it slowly creeps.
No matter how hard we try it never leaves.

Doubt can make us feel so small
It can make us second guess it all
And leave us standing there so tall.

Doubt can be a prison of our own.
We can never truly feel the joys of home.
It can be a mountain that’s hard to climb

But doubt can also be a source of strength.
It can help us make decisions at length
And help us find our way at length.

So doubt can be both a comfort and a fear
But if we use it wisely, it can be of cheer
For it can help us find our way so clear.

The silence of the night,
so deep and so profound,
has hidden the troubled thoughts
that have been spinning around.

The quiet of the night,
so still and so bleak,
has shrouded all the fears
that have made my heart weak.

The darkness of the night,
so dark and so cold,
has kept my troubled thoughts
from becoming too bold.

The stillness of the night,
so hushed and so clear,
has silenced my worries
and taken away my fear.

The secrets of the night,
so dark and so deep,
have kept my troubled thoughts
in an eternal sleep.

Afire with passions bright,
My heart flutters with delight.
The flames of love burning strong,
A never ending song.

A yearning to be free,
An unstoppable need to be me.
The heat of a desire so deep,
A burning in my heart I can't keep.

The flames of passion rising high,
The need to be loved, to never die.
A longing for something so real,
A longing that I can't conceal.

My heart ablaze with love divine,
A longing for a life sublime.
A passion that will never die,
A love that will never die.