Bcquer: Rhyme II

A headlong flying arrow

Fired by a random hand
Not knowing where its trembling
Steel tip shall pierce and land.
A leaf from a dry tree-branch
Ripped by a crazy gust:
Unknowable the furrow
Where it shall fall at last.
A huge wave that the ocean's
Winds pull and push and lash,
Rolling with no idea
What beach it means to splash.
Lights in a hallway's torches
Burn, destined to expire,
None caring which possesses
The longest-lasting fire.
These things am I who travel
This world, who do not know
Where I am from nor whither
My willful feet will go.

Personal Interpretation:
For me the rhyme talks especially about the future and
destiny of someone or something, life is not written from the
beginning and no one will ever know their end. Everyone
follows a path and you just have to continue living your life.
Destiny is the doubt but no one has the answer.