What Is My Goal
In the future, my face remains blurred,
Never to be cleared, my fate incurred.
Yet, my focus on the camera's lens,
Is a riddle yet unsolved, my dear friends.
What kind of continuity defines my way,
A mystery for me, day after day.
A thousand years gone, when I was young,
Yet my feather's whereabouts remain unsung.
Countless objects captured through the lens,
But my purpose eludes, as if in suspense.
I fail to perceive my ultimate goal,
Lost amidst the scenes, is an enigmatic soul.
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