Blaze Your Own Trail

No map lies beneath your feet only the hush of untrodden earth, the whisper of brambles daring you to brush past what others feared.

You carry the sun in your chest, flint-struck moments, sparking against doubt until fire becomes forward.

The world offered blueprints. You answered with brushstrokes wild, bold, uncaring of symmetry.

Each step makes music, not of footsteps, but of becoming.

So go where no shoe has worn down moss, where horizons forget your name because it is yet to be written.