Walk, stop, look
In this journey I go barefoot
Passing many things that I forsook
Without a place to plant my roots

Gave my hearts to the people I pass
For them to play, love or break
To myself I have brought this ache
For insensitively talking words of crass

I’ve seen too many things
Felt too many stings
But I’ve never changed this attitude
In the horizon I spot solitude

Maybe It’s better to be a genuine passerby
Enjoying the scenery as I move
With no hearts left behind and given love
Free as the wind in the unfettered path toward the sky

But can’t and will not cease
For I can’t stop being human yet
To separate the seven emotion and four vices
My mind, for that, is still not set

Lets say I’ll achieve those on death’s door
Only looking forward if to hell drop or to heaven soar
But there is still such a long way before the ending
Now with hearts given, I am just passing