I refuse to divine what fate will send,
Or read the stars for guidance I may seek;
No whispered hint can teach the path to wend,
No secret sign reveals what hearts must speak.
I trust the journey more than prophecy,
The lessons carved by choices of my own;
The wind may shift, the tides may hide the sea,
Yet in my steps, the truth is slowly shown.
To divine is tempting, yet a cage,
A prison built from wanting to control;
I walk instead through life's uncharted stage,
And let each moment shape my inward soul.
For certainty is scarce, but life is mine—
I choose to live, not guess, its hidden sign.
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