Return to site

The Dance of Choices

(An Ode to the Hidden Power of Truth)

 

 

In every fleeting moment, a choice is born,
A tender sprout in the garden of intent.
Will it blossom into purpose,
Or wither beneath the weight of neglect?

Truth is the silent ink that writes our legacy,
Flowing, unseen, beneath decisions.
It whispers: Who will you become?
It asks: What will you leave behind?