To be seen, there’s no city from two hundred metres,
All around me, while I travel on an autobus.
Just inches away, sit people I do not know,
Yet, outside this autobus is the world we live in.
The same trip in and the same trip out,
Is there anyway that these trips will eventually stop,
to be no stops, no traveling and no people around?
to be no stops, no traveling and no people around?
I cannot answer that that is decided by others.
Yet, we all run everyday to meet our daily requirements,
To do what has to be done or what’s not to be done.
Is this human rat race coming to be exhaustive?
Though people don’t give a damned, of themselves?
The chances of survival, every single Australian has the opportunity,
To what advantage they use their time, brain and direction.
Affects each one of us in every single day, that is lived,
No matter whether, we all fail or all succeed, we would learn from each other.
Strange, I feel that I don’t know these travelers,
Strange, that these travelers don’t know me sight.
Yet, the people I know don’t travel in the same,
Maybe new explorations of relations to others.
Why there are unanswered questions of lives?
When the single life on earth is a beautiful creation.
Life is such a wonderful experience, we all go through,
Making new explorations of relations to others.
Maybe there are answers to all questions unanswered,
Maybe there are questions to be answered,
Well, each one of us know the answers to our own true life,
But we cannot supply all others for others.
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