When the Future Is a Whisper

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In the quiet moments of the night,
When stars are shy to shine too bright,
I ponder paths I’ve yet to tread,
And dreams that float above my head.

Shadows dance upon the wall,
Echoes of a distant call,
With every step, the ground unsure,
Yet hope persists, so pure.

The road ahead, a misty veil,
Each choice a ship without a sail,
Yet in the heart, the compass turns,
Leading where the passion burns.

Uncertainty, a friend and foe,
A force that shapes the ebb and flow,
Embrace the unknown, let it be,
For in the end, it sets us free.

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