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.