Traveller; The Human

Their burning feet still prefer fire Ocean roars in vain like a Lion And shore quiet it seems as a Hermit. I dream the bookmark page of the Master's secret diary. 'My experiment; The Human Some of their expedient activities unable to control. They explore everything, go beyond the sky And hit the stars, no limits at all as same as the lack of satisfaction. I watch them quietly of their whereabouts and let them run and fill their travelogues until they get tired of the rat race.' *Do not boast about tomorrow, for you do not know what a day may bring forth. (Prov 27: 1)