Is destiny a choice, or is it written in the stars? In the silence of our hearts, we ponder who we are. Do we weave our stories, or follow paths unseen, Navigating shadows where the light has always been? Is fate a gentle hand, or a tempest we must brave? Do we dance to fate’s rhythm, or rise above the wave? With each breath, we question what the universe imparts, Are we the sculptors of our fate, or players in the arts? In the fabric of existence, where the unknown lies, We weave our hopes and fears beneath the endless skies.