Blurred Lines of Fate

We walk through mist on roads unknown, With dreams like seeds by winds once blown. The stars we chase may shift and sway, Yet still we journey, come what may. The map we seek is never clear, Drawn with hope, and marked by fear. But every step, though blind it seems, Shapes the soul and stirs new dreams. For though the path is hard to see, Our hearts hold maps of what will be.