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.