Pathways

Beneath the vast and open sky,

I stand where endless pathways lie.

Each road a whisper, soft and near,

Yet none with certainty is clear.

A spark of thought, a fleeting aim,

Yet every choice feels much the same.

To build, to craft, to teach, to lead—

What truly grows from planted seed?

The scale of time, the weight it bears,

Each hour spent, a dream it spares.

Yet dreams of growth, unbound, untamed,

Call for risks not yet proclaimed.

Shall I weave my words, let stories soar?

Or shape the world with something more?

Invest, create, or share my voice,

The heart still ponders—what’s the choice?

For now, I pause, the road still waits,

No rush to tempt uncertain fates.

For every path holds lessons true,

And each step forward will renew.