Walking, thinking, I am not afraid.
Here, there, on solid earth or shade.
See no one, not an animal, not even a dead!
On the other side of earth,
Babies are born, still babies at birth.
Old people crash on young dirt.
On the globe, some live, but others die.
Eyes are teary, rulers make us comply.
Yet there are some who can’t even cry!
Some talk, some listen, some are dumb.
Some leave, some stay, some go or come.
Adopted shadows, images stay calm.
I left long ago, now I have no memory;
Years gone by, is that my destiny?
East I left, West now is my dynasty.