I woke up to a fresh new morning, I could hardly move my A cold winter breeze touched my face, I A new day, a new beginning, so I the few I had, And I was on the road again. I've been for long, seen many miracles, The of the ocean's deep, the cloud seizing mountaintops, The ruins of worlds passed away, and the of blooming cultures.
I walked, life escorted me, wearing different masks every time, And in a while I was shown her mysteries, all the cunning games full of riddles, Covered by leading to simplicity, I have found the key to solve the puzzles of the way ahead every step, I left something behind, but I've taken many with me, My bag is full of memories, each one picked carefully by me, so that I can them with me all the time. seem to build me up. They paint a picture of a person. Almost like the one I want to become, closer and closer. But the painting is not finished. Only for today, for today will it be, as I'll up tomorrow again.
I to stop today, again. Sometimes I don't feel like changing anymore. Perhaps I rest, find peace for a while, as long as peace embraces me with gentle arms, loneliness welcomes. Sometimes it traps me, and I want to avoid feeling bad. But then already bad. I learned to head for the good itself, and wake up like this morning. I'll have a long day again, so it's It's time to depart, this world has treasures unknown.