Smoke, Fog, and haze is What lies ahead?

In the dark, my eyes cannot see. My heart cannot feel and my mind is not free.

 As a seed in the soil not knowing what's to come; trapped in the Earth awaiting the unknown. Planted in time, without a clue of what I may become, in darkness, away from the world. In my home of comfort, patiently waiting until the day im able to indure the light.Then reaching out of the ground as a dead corpse; I finally come to life... 

What's next? As the seasons change and so do I?

What's my purpose? What do I do?

When the next season is not my season.