The black cat

In shadows cast, a myth takes hold,

A black cat’s tale of luck untold,

But listen close, for truth prevails,

In choices made, our fate unveils.

For luck is not a whimsical string,

Tied to a cat or a raven’s wing,

It’s woven by the hands we bear,

By dreams we chase, by risks we dare.

A black cat’s gaze, a silent guide,

To look within, not cast aside,

To see the power that we possess,

To shape our destiny, no less.

In every step, in every choice,

We carve our path, we raise our voice,

No superstition can define,

The destiny that is truly thine.

So seize the day, embrace your power,

Forge ahead, hour by hour,

With purpose strong, your dreams in sight,

You are the captain of your flight.

Let not a myth control your stride,

Believe in yourself, let doubts subside,

For luck is shaped by your own hand,

A masterpiece only you understand.

So banish doubts, let fears depart,

Unveil the strength within your heart,

With every thought, with every deed,

You pave the way to dreams you need.