gray crystal
Why should I wish if all is planned?
If time unfolds by a written hand?
Are dreams but echoes, faint and small,
Reflections bound within fate's wall?
If stars are set and rivers flow,
By scripts unseen, where can I go?
Does hope defy what's etched in stone?
Or is it light that fate has shown?
And yet I dream, though skies are sealed,
For prayers may bend what's been revealed.
If all is written, still I yearn -
Can ink not blot, can pages turn?