2022.03.07.
Journey
My life (is) full of stopsA few moments for my soul to rest
And then the journey begins again
It wanders me in unknown places
When the journey and the stop will have become one
Then the unknown words will be said
And I walk on paths
that are built with huts and palaces
What does my heart want, what does it ask for
It puts marks and keeps bypassing them
When the journey and the stop will have become one
Then the unknown words will be said