A Wanderer

As I walk past the barren lands,

Observed nothing but silent souls,

Indulged in activities so to activate their souls,

Oh, how to awake these souls,

As they hold on to temporary customs to fight life and its lows,

They must know there is no escape from life,

But to stay stern during its pricky turns,

To rising up after every fall,

As perserverance favours all.