Fate is not a linear force.
It is not an inescapable hallway,
But rather a myriad of doorways
Showing all the possibilities before you.
We stepped through two doors on the same day
Onto this path stretching into the fog.
Before now, I made decisions haphazardly
Opening doors this way and that.
Now, I must take steps methodically
If I wish to walk beside you.
But I know all is not certain
In this existence of infinite turmoil.
Even so, I will put myself at risk
If it means that we have a chance
To walk through the same doors into eternity.