2025-06-09-1
Life’s a riddle, softly spoken,
Pages turned but never broken—
We wander forward, blind and bold,
As futures shimmer, tales untold.
Each moment’s meaning, veiled and slight,
Escapes our grasp in morning light;
Yet when the dusk begins to fall,
The puzzle pieces start to call.
We see the patterns, threads and lines,
The why behind the old designs;
Regret and joy, both intertwined,
Are clearer in the backward mind.
Yet onward still we have to go,
Through winding paths we cannot know;
For life demands we face ahead,
With hope and trust in what’s unsaid.
So walk, and stumble, laugh and cry—
The reasons wait for when we’re by;
For only looking back we see
The sense in all that’s yet to be.
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