Walking Blindly

Walking on a slippery road
Holding a wooden rod
Hands shaking
The whole body weak
Must be a trap

O son of Charles waters
Walk on a straight path
Avoid shortcuts
Avoid pathways

The only road to success
The thorny slippery road
With a stinking smell
Itching acacia leaves

Not an easy road
The day dark in life
Walking alone in a bushy village
Scared of wild animals
No peace
No courage