you sketch tomorrow, neat and bright, with measured steps and ends in sight. yet life delights in crooked seams, in altered stars and broken dreams. the road you named may drift and bend, fall into turns you didn’t intend. but from the wreck, in scattered hue, rise hidden colors, strange and new. from tangled hours, from undone art, chaos leaves perfume on the heart. what felt like loss begins to be another form of becoming free. so let the river choose its way, let restless winds decide the day. your pulse still knows, your hands can see plans are drafts, not destiny. step softly into mystery, release the need for certainty. the unknown hums a quiet plea: trust the flow, and let it be.