Never knows where fate leads,
be it a step forward, a step backward,
or a sharp sudden twist;
all buried deep down under.
As soon as time commands,
exfoliating myths off from each wrapped tale,
the journey begins to take flight;
the true first flight.
It steals darkness from the night,
introduces thunderstrom through the sunshine,
and pushes one between joy and despair
til the journey end is met.
Tumbling as it could be,
any forms of denial shall bring no ends
nor exemptions; for all bits
are designated gifts and blessings.
Credits: Elina Kechicheva