Lonely traveler on his road to pilgrimage,
Abandoned his former life and dreams.
Nobody could tell if there’s a destination for him,
Granted with a bright future, he struggles forward.
Ubiquitous taletellers whitewash his irresponsible acts,
Accompanied with undisguised intentions for coveted interests
“God bless you” they said,
Even though “God” is made up by them for the everlasting plunder of the weak.

Ray Zhang