You
build a home, it collapses on you
It
is better to find shelter next to a rock or hill
For
those cannot be knocked in to kill you
Or
sleep on the ground,
And
assume you won't be stepped on.
Those
so keen of self-protection
Who
build uneasy roofs and shabby walls
Even
taking the energy to design
It
is foolishness,
Nothing
lasts forever.
In
a land so full and bustling
Lifestyle
revolving around new trade
Slow
die men of cowardice
Hiding
in boxes,
Never
letting go of anything.
Long
live sore-footed travelers
Goods
brought from farthest lands
Daring
thievery, disloyalty, physical pain
Or
heartbreak,
Whatever
torment life delivers
Wanderers
resilient regardless
Overcoming
and homefree
