The walk

In the realm where choices intertwine,
A query lingers, profound and fine,
"Does the walker choose the path's delight,
Or does the path shape the walker's flight?"

Amidst life's labyrinth, paths unfold,
Each beckoning, stories yet untold,
Do we, as walkers, hold the reins,
Guiding our fate through earthly terrains?

The path, a tapestry of chance and fate,
Woven with threads of love and hate,
It whispers secrets, tempting allure,
A dance of destiny, obscure and pure.

For every step we take with grace,
The path responds, an intricate embrace,
It molds our spirit, molds our core,
Transforming us like never before.

Yet, dear wanderer, do not be misled,
For choices lie within your stead,
The walker's will, a potent force,
To shape the journey's winding course.

For as we wander with curious eyes,
We carve our path beneath radiant skies,
Our decisions, like pebbles in a stream,
Shape the narrative of our life's dream.

So, let us ponder, as we roam,
In this vast cosmos, our sacred home,
Do we choose the path, or path choose we?
Perhaps, dear walker, it's both, you see.

In this grand dance, a cosmic duet,
We sway, we sway, to a rhythm set,
The path and walker, entwined in rhyme,
Together, creating the tapestry of time.