In the quiet corners of the mind,
Where whispered thoughts softly reside,
There lies a force both gentle and strong,
Guiding the heart where it belongs.
The hands of time weave their silent thread,
Binding moments, weaving dreams,
In the stillness, control takes its stand,
Shaping destinies with unseen hands.
Like rivers guided by unseen banks,
We flow through lifeâs winding course,
Under the gaze of a watchful sky,
Surrendering to its gentle force.
In every breath, in every sigh,
Lies the balance of freedom and hold,
Embracing the dance of control and choice,
In the tapestry of stories untold.