I draw paths as I move forward,

Sometimes serene, sometimes intense;

There are stretches that require a firm step,

Others require silence and sense.

The course narrows and demands precision,

Then it widens and invites expansion;

Nothing in me knows immobility,

Everything is a journey, everything is direction.

Each curve carries decision,

Each encounter redraws the way;

When waters unite in the same flow,

They do not compete for strength—they broaden their vision.

Moving forward requires trust and surrender,

Accepting that the other side reveals itself

In the very act of crossing.

Not every passage comes without tension,

Some require a change of route,

Others require courage to continue.

I carry on.

I incorporate what time has taught me,

I carry what has already been built;

The past is not a burden that remains,

It is an impulse that sustains the path.

Because moving forward is not forgetting,

Nor breaking what came before;

It is transforming memory into power

And maintaining a constant flow.

And as long as there is movement,

There will be direction.