Futile Steps

Mute I grew, sensed I few
It was only a picture that I knew
Slowly and calmly I carried my soul
From a distance, I looked at my goal

Bare-chested I faced the morning cold
I am the one who was not to be sold
I recognized not the direction of wind
I was ever at the start, ever at the end

The fog came riding on the season
Just for its sake, hardly a reason
Shrouded it me like the darkness of night
I was brutally blinded amidst a fight

The fog grew old and so did I
With closed eyes I learned to fly
Waving my huge wings, the fog I fought
Beaten the nature, I proudly thought

Roared I loud, faster I flew
Aim was left behind, hardly I knew
There was no coming back, I realized late
Was it pride or was it the fate?

The goal looked tiny from the distance
Smiled I little with no resistance
A moth flew over my dead open mouth
I knew today sun will sink into the south