She runs—barefoot wild-haired ruthless with freedom
Fate chases her with a cracked map and old rules
She doesn’t look back;she never did
Some souls are born allergic to limitation
Paths twist;she twists faster
Forests shift allegiance and hide her in their breath
The sky falls behind like a broken claim
She keeps outrunning narratives not written by her
When exhaustion threatens courage ignites
Her pulse becomes a war drum
Destiny stumbles losing track of her footsteps
A future unwatched begins to bloom
By dawn she stands on a cliff edge—
wind braiding her choices into a crown
She doesn’t outrun destiny anymore
She rewrites it