Fate Pulls

Skipping on to greater things,
Clasping the treasure tightly
This adventurer hides a past
While looking to a future.

She picks daisies by the sea.
Nothing pulls at her
As she drifts blissfully by.
Winds begin to change.

Unknown to the other,
their paths are slowly converging.
Events are spinning,
Fate begining to take control.

The daisies, no longer in bloom,
Still draw her to the sea.
The adventurer tiredly watches
Her graceful movements.

Their future is not written,
Nor will Fate pull that much.
They choose on their own
What step they take next.