The color i never chose

Dear Life I dreamt of you in brighter hues, But you painted shades I never chose. The plans I held slipped from my hand, And brought me here to unknown lands. At times, the weight feels hard to bear, A silent storm, too vast to share. We all hold lists, of hopes untold, Some turn to truth, some just grow old. Some chase with sweat, with endless fight, In faith that stars may burn more bright. Yet not all dreams are meant to stay, Perhaps they fade, just drift away. So what remains?—a question deep, To sow, to strive, or just to weep? Still, life, I walk the path you weave, With broken hopes, yet hearts that breathe.