Let passions and bonds leave. After all, who has lived in this world forever?
Our arrival is known but our departure and the route remains unknown.
If all who arrived opt to stay, there just wpn't be enough space to foray.
Life is like a business where birth is debit and death, debit.
Though born without a dress, did we come without passions?
When the journey is completed, can any take along their possessions?
.... kin, till the end of the house
.... wife, till the end of the street
.... sons, till the cemetery
.... beyond that?