Standing at the edge of dawn’s embrace,
Where paths diverge, a silent race.
Choices like whispers in the breeze,
Guide the heart with gentle ease.

Each step a story yet untold,
In lands of dreams where fates unfold.
The weight of choice, a tender thread,
Weaves the future, where we’re led.

In shadows of doubt, courage finds its voice,
A beacon bright, in the realm of choice.
With every turn, a lesson learned,
A flame of wisdom, brightly burned.

The journey’s end, a tapestry sewn,
By choices made, paths we’ve known.
In the dance of time, we find our place,
Embracing destiny with gentle grace.