The road you choose is not the road I choose.
We began, perhaps, beneath the same quiet sky, believing the path was one.
Yet somewhere—softly, almost withouta sound—our steps parted.
You walked toward a horizon that called your name;
I toward another that only I could hear.
And so we go on, not in opposition, but in difference—two travelers beneath the same sky,
following the separate music of our own hearts.
Apr 25
Apr 25, 2026 at 8:55 PM UTC
The road you choose is not the road I choose.
We began, perhaps, beneath the same quiet sky, believing the path was one.
Yet somewhere—softly, almost withouta sound—our steps parted.
You walked toward a horizon that called your name;
I toward another that only I could hear.
And so we go on, not in opposition, but in difference—two travelers beneath the same sky,
following the separate music of our own hearts.
