Faced with a choice,
free will stirs in us,
a quiet compass waking
the moment we arrive.
And though the path may shift,
branching like riverwater,
we walk it all the same,
shaped by every step we dare to take.
Winding through time and space,
we cross the unseen lines
of countless other journeys,
touching lives for a breath
before drifting on again.
We share a moment,
a glance, a warmth, a passing echo,
yet the road beneath our feet
remains ours alone to follow.
And still we move forward,
carrying the soft fingerprints
of every soul we’ve brushed against,
their shadows stitched into our steps
like constellations we no longer name.
No matter where our journeys
bend, scatter, or lead,
one truth remains—
somehow, we arrive together
at the place meant for us.