In the vast plains of time, where the wind is lost
Man, with curious eyes, gazes at the horizon
And in the infinity of the sky, which stretches beyond being
Possibilities blossom, like stars in a distant night

What will become of me, in the paths of chance?
Which road, by the moonlight, will stretch before my step?
I feel in my chest the pulsing desire of a vast dream
But doubt, like fog, envelops the path in its silence

Oh, what possibilities unfold before the confused gaze!
Between the certain and the uncertain, the bitter and the sweet
Each decision, like a fragile thread
Weaves the destiny that either loses us or guides us

Are we not more than shadows to the wind?
Are our yearnings not more than echoes in eternity?
On the wings of the instant, the future folds
And life, like a river, glides gently, yet without rest

And yet, the possibilities do not cease
Like waves crashing on the rocks of the soul
They call to us, they summon us, at each dawn
And though the heart may fear, there is a force that moves us

No matter how the doubts surround the paths of the day
There will always be the gleam of hope to light the journey
And the possibilities, like distant stars
Will guide us, in the silence of our being, to what lies beyond the dawn