THE EMPTY HANDED PERSONA
whatever is the identity, it doesn't matter,
form, color, attractive, unattractive,
dress ambient, dialect
lingua franca,
king or
beggar, fool or intellectual; after all, I am
only a man of flesh and blood,
how will deny that, my
chest has not
heart,
no difference in your and my dreams;
whether lying on a sidewalk, or
on the velvet bed sheet,
sleep does not
distinguish
any
more; your God or my deity, I do not know
there are also scales to examine
humanity, it is heard that
Kingdom of Heaven
belong to them,
who loves
to all
with equality, then why too much
discrimination, hatred,
intimate or alien,
evanescent
life,
and the long list of desires, where will
you bring all the burden; one
day, have to return
empty-handed,
If you
have something else here, that will be
love and affinity, which can
not die, that exists into
the soul, that's
immortal
a everlasting traveler - - -
