Writing my fate into the book of life

Changing the lines on my hands

Like running waters of flooded lands

With every stroke of my quill

Feeling the wind, still

Capturing moments in the air

Most of which are unaware

Turning a page, a cleft forms

Deepening my life line

With a more determined sign

While the rhythm of prose

Beats the heart, she grows

In this silent room there is no clock

Only my heart goes tick tock

With breath on queue

Knowing what to do

The mind, a compass

Staying on course

With the stars in view

Like a ship at sea and a sound crew

The captain knows to steer

As the wind fills the sails from the rear