We both are like dumbs <br />Isn't it? <br />I see the red ants around you <br />in a friendly manner <br />And the handsome poverty <br />tries to be friend with me. <br />You have no right to ask <br />Why the tree bring you down? <br />And I cannot grumble <br />Why can't I fly? <br />My palm and your gloomy face <br />Give much similarities, <br />Scattered lines here and there <br />But the wealth line has disappeared <br />On my palm a long time ago. <br />I remember once an old palm reader <br />Predicted in the broad day light <br />' This crooked line says that one day <br />You become a pilot or a road runner! ' <br />The old man is right as I fly on
