Beneath the stars, we weave our fate,
With threads of gold and strands of slate.
Each choice we make, each step we take,
A pattern forms, for future’s sake.

The loom of time, it never rests,
In every heart, a yearning nests.
To steer the course, to hold the reins,
In joy and sorrow, in losses, gains.

Yet often we, so frail and meek,
Seek control in moments bleak.
But in the chaos, there lies a grace,
A hidden strength, a quiet place.

So let us dance, and let us sway,
With life’s embrace, come what may.
For in the dance, we find our role,
To shape, to guide, to lose control.