Fallen leaves

The fiery zest cultivates with each tic on the clock
With towering ego, for all time optimistic .
Phony smiles through the uphill struggle.
Fog blurred my vision.
Sun was not for assistance;
mirage on the road got me slowing.
But the destiny was on my mind.
Moved on.
No terminus in this voyage.
I brought it to a standstill. What about the gusto?
I have gone too far to stop.
Getting myself together…
Threw the baggage on my rear.
to infinity the crossing continued.
Oh! God bring me the Horizon.
Been on my feet through the four seasons!
Basis?
The destiny was on my mind.
But the peak is the sweetest situate.
A glance back shows my background in black and white.
but that is when life was plastic.
The leaves desiccated and fresh ones blossomed.