Woven – A Poem About Connection, Destiny & the Threads That Bind Us

Is life a carefully woven tapestry, or do we truly have control over our path?

These are the questions I explore in this poem, Woven. It delves into the intersections of destiny, manifestation, and human connection. These are the thoughts; this is the poetry!

Questions Woven into the Fabric of Life

Is there a predetermined path for us to follow? Do our desires and aspirations materialize as we wish? Can we make things happen?

Since my youth, I have sensed something... a whisper... an unseen communication. Is this reality? Is life a complete mystery, or is there room for understanding?

Are events truly 'meant to happen'... does luck play a role in our lives? Can we shape our destiny, or is it merely fate that has always been set?

Within our subconscious, are we influenced by the universe? Do we truly have free will or is it all preordained? Did we all originate from a single source?

Whether through science or faith... the beginning or the smallest particle... without disregarding any belief system, are we all fundamentally connected? Interwoven?

Our steps follow the paths of countless others who came before us... spirits traversing through past and future generations.

We are continuously broadening our perspectives... pushing the boundaries until the thread unravels. Or is it simply handed down to the next generation?

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Woven

Going about my daily business

I am but merely a bespoke witness

To this carefully choreographed plan

I feel forced to be a fan

To this invisible tapestry

That feels like fantasy

Yet it is truly a reality

Working with destiny

It has its way with me

All of my decisions

Choices and such

They feel like freedom

Like I have control

I have my goals

Moments and aspirations

I work towards them

Celebrate when I achieve

But am I really doing this

Is it really me

Or is it just the plan

That is 'meant to be'

Did I take that chance

Or did the chance take me

Did I go because I wanted to

Or was I just pushed to see

The stitches

The fabric

Of what I am presenting

The path I am following

Winding through my mind

All of the things

The gifts of life

Like magnets to my soul

On the tip of a knife

Pinpoint accuracy

This is not a fallacy

It is the truth

I have known since my youth

Maybe I can manifest

My deepest desires

Maybe I can hope for the best

Possess what I admire

Maybe I can own it

Call out its name

For all that I know

It is only the same

The same as it's written

In invisible ink

The same as I am told

To do as I think

Whatever I do

I follow the path

The instinct

The gut

The senses I have

It can be altered

I can force a change

Add little moments

But it ends up the same

Who I meet

What I foresee

Where I am at

What I can see

All I know

When my one becomes two

Is the only truth

That I was always going to

Are we all just interconnected?

I can't help but agree with this perspective

My life is a directive

It should all be expected

All of the things

With all that it brings

This stunning, sweet symphony

The people who come to me

Those that I go to

The voices I listen to

This journey I am on

Where I came from

All interwoven

In the threads of others

Stitched in the fabric

Of life and the universe

So I document in words

Write down a verse

Detail my legacy

For all to remember me

Before it all ends

Not a moment too soon

Before the thread runs out

And only the box looms

So when all is done

When the path is all trodden

The tapestry complete

The start is long forgotten

My name will be carved

My life in a box

Lid on tight

Sealed with a lock

My vessel will vanish

End up as dust

All that I lived

Gone as it must

Only memories will survive

Thoughts and mementos

To those I had touched

Or loved the same

So my point is

This is not a game

We are all on a path

Forged in our names

We all have questions

Of why, what, and who

But that is just human

It is nothing new

Those questions will be answered

Upon leaving this life

Maybe the path remains

One can only hope for an afterlife

But in the meantime

We are all interconnected

This is my thought

My only perspective

I will wake up tomorrow

And continue this journey

Find what is next

See what becomes of me

Meet and greet

Search and explore

Follow my path

Follow my tour

I don't need a guide

For my soul leads the way

Just like these words

And all that I say

© Leon Gregori 2026

What do you think? Is life a predetermined journey, or are we shaping our paths every step of the way? I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments below.

'Life is so short and the years pass so quickly, we live our lives like we're on a rollercoaster and before we know it many things are missed out, not done, and sometimes, too late to catch up on. You are in the prime of your life now, enjoy every moment of happiness you have, because that is the fruit of life and you are blessed'

That was from my mum, part of a message she sent to me after she finished reading my book (thanks mum).

I guess it is so apt to place it with this piece... it meant a lot to me.

As writers, we are blessed with the ability to leave our souls behind on paper... but let us not forget to enrich our souls and keep feeding them every day, while we still can.

Stay connected, guys! Until next time!

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