Crafting a Monumental Structure

Apprehensions in thoughts may form a labyrinth, and like a cipher open up to become a plinth but still the belief beholds to achieve what is imagined, Though in a fog,the wanderer still feels attuned, Let it be light or the approaching darkness, but it isn't a mirage showing its absentness... The people who waded along aren't lost, As they too were finding a purpose, when their paths had just crossed So continue the walk to paint the complete picture, As like the dreams, the clay of life would build a monumental structure.