In life’s grand weave, where fate’s threads play,
A dance of dreams, luck’s fleeting sway,
Stars may guide, but do not bind,
In our hearts, our paths we find.
Born to chance, yet not its slave,
Bold we stand, steadfast and brave,
Here and now, our canvas waits,
A journey shaped by hands, not fates.
Luck may kiss, or turn away,
Yet strength within holds true each day,
No blame on stars, no unmarked way,
In the present, our power lay.
Embrace the dance, the chaos, grace,
Find your place in life’s embrace,
For luck’s a guide, but not the key,
In our souls, our destiny.
