Weaving Fate

Like weaving fate, these fingertips keep carving on Just as they were on the day I vowed I would not break Still beyond all words, only my pulse is racing faster Toward a summit yet unseen, my heartbeat runs ahead To the fading signs, I entrust nothing but this heartbeat I move on without once testing the warmth that slips away Every choice I make keeps sharpening the pride within An unshaken impulse starts ascending ever higher Ideals do not break, carve out a future without compromise The answer I have woven points toward a distant peak Unwavering, I only race ahead faster and faster With this heartbeat, outrun even doubt itself At my fingertips, I feel a nameless warmth slipping through Only the faintest trace of it outlines the shape of fear Before I can even question it, my heartbeat rushes onward Unable to name it, I leave that dissonance behind The warmth still left upon my hands disturbs my pulse a little Even the shadow of stopping is cut off as I draw breath Holding even that sense of loss, I keep on running still At the bottom of this wavering, my pride has not gone out Ideals do not break, carve out a future without compromise The answer I have woven points toward a distant peak Even while wavering, I only race ahead faster and faster With this heartbeat, unable to outrun even doubt At the warmth that spilled away from my fingertips, my steps begin to stall In the instant I stand still, even my heartbeat starts to fade In the shattered silence, only my breath is left behind If I vanish like this, I know that nothing will remain To lose what must be trusted is to betray my very heart It cannot end here yet, these feet still choose to move ahead Ideals do not break, carve out a future without compromise The answer I have woven points toward a distant peak Unwavering, I only race ahead faster and faster With this heartbeat, outrun even doubt itself