Traveler, You Lost the Way

Traveler, you lost the way We are the traveler of the same route, Someone is vagabond and someone is rich. Someone has luxurious building, Someone has room for half-ripe. Some of them are the slum dwellers, Some of them live on the ground under the open sky. Some of us are hornet black and white, Some of us either do bad or good practices. We do fight under the same the sun and the moon, For a trifle matter we are ready to kill others. Traveler, you lost the way, Do you know where you made yourself stand? O: Oh, time goes, In this discussion, my futile.