Sauntering, though feet aches
Mindful of the covered paces
Striding with grace, loathing savages

Men of yore, so deep they foster  
Their retina, like a whirlpool of Emotion
Hero of the past,  in the subconscious of all

His covert,  deep in secured phase
Impatient to get overt
The world  thought he is not palpable

Crouching like a hunting tiger
With sight, so open for furtherance
Ready to jump, prone to goals

Hovering like an Eagle
With mind open to ideas
That is me,  a true Gemini ♊♊