Turning 29

In a mist, travelling at the speed of light Oblivious to what lies beyond my sight Oblivious to what I left behind, Hollow the mind that was once my might. With hope no more than landing the next step A field of thought shortened and inept The promise of a code still trying to be kept A wasted effort, a futile attempt. Beneath a shadow of the larger me A tiny man still hilariously keen A joke a puzzle a riddle or a dream Less to be and more to seem. A query thus imbibes on my mind. Is this the beginning or the end of the line The transition I know shall take no time, From an unsettled 28 to an unsettled 29