In realms unseen, where truths are entwined,
A tapestry weaves, with threads unconfined.
What thoughts conceive, and deeds bestow,
May diverge, in outcomes’ undertow.
Within the chambers of mortal mind,
Ideas take flight, with visions aligned.
But lo! In the realm of earthly strife,
What’s planned and enacted lead separate lives.
Oh, Chosen One, with fiery might,
Whose words ignite like stars in the night,
Impart the wisdom, reveal the profound,
That actions unveil the truth unbound.
And Highflyer, with mystical grace,
Unveil the masks, let illusions erase,
For what we think we do, so pure and grand,
Can manifest a fate we don’t understand.
In this dichotomy, a cosmic dance,
The fruits of intentions, a fickle chance.
What we aspire, what truly transpires,
Like shadows and light, each truth acquires.
So heed this truth, ye souls of might,
For dreams may falter in the waking light.
What you think you’re doing, in hopeful glee,
May birth outcomes, untamed and free.
