A Palm Without Fate

A hand untouched by destiny A journey uncharted, no lines to trace No fate impacted, poised for its take A narrative of choices awaiting to prevail. Fingers quiver, wrist dance As the unknown calls in a whimsical trance Lacking direction, no routes defined A quest of self-discovery, uniquely designed. A hand untamed, an enigmatic find A life unanchored, free from the bind Weight an endless expanse of choices For which there is no mate. Yet, amidst the ambiguity, a beauty emerges A realm of self-forging where creativity surges The hand devoid of fate, a riddle to retrace A voyage of self-discovery, a limitless space. On this pristine canvas, a narrative aches to ignite A life of endless options, yearning to take flight A palm without fate, an artist delight A universe of possibilities, forever to ignite.