How far lies my goal !

Like a straw in cyclone I fly
As it makes me fly, so do I fly.
As what comes to my mind,  so do I write,
I am the shoot of the desperate fight.

Like a straw in cyclone I fly
I fly up to the sky,
Where I listen the whispering of planet
And it drives me to investigate,
I then run after mathematics to operate,
I am the spark of the wavelet.

I am a strayed traveller in cyclone
And walk around the unknown zone
In the fastest water current
I am an unmoved stone.

All these happen perchance
So add not any title with me by any chance.

But what actually my purpose is
In the purpose that thou hast weaved my soul
is found not yet in a role,
I know not how far lies my goal,
Thou nonetheless has lulled me into sprawl.