Tired and exhausted I go.

Peering into the mists of mortal times.

With each step mists fades.

Unraveling secrets which I always incubate.

Finally seeing the place I was in.

Wretched and dread all around.

Corpses of my hopes all around.

I tried closing my eyes  to unsee it all.

But unfortunately there's nobody besides.

In whose belief I could close my eyes.

There's nobody to redeem me from my mystery.

I could finally see the destiny unfolding.

But where it will lead us?

As I could clearly see those neighbouring faces sadness.

Who once rejoiced and now weeping with our wretched existence.

Maybe we will all diminish with the end of this haze.

As we can clearly see it embodying.

We don't know what's behind the oblivion.

They say it's all suffering and dying.

But I ask what's this for.

Isn't it the same as this place.

Why we are giving reflection of our existence to the end?

Maybe it's all for a reason we don't know.

Maybe this mist is cloaking something unreal.

Which justifies the reason of real.

Wrestling our feet onto which we form our paths. 

Giving a purpose to our ordeal.