Many years ago I went around the world to travel.
At will I stepped on every boulder, on every rock and stone and on every sand and gravel.
Into every concrete jungle.
Navigated every ***** with every stroke that I can handle.
Explored every place, with all the phase I kept my pace, to keep my face.

Moving restlessly from one county to another.
Every country had a different currency from the other.
Night and day I kept on going.
Dove into every water that was flowing.
One voyage to another.
Zeroed down to my bed, I thought of the weather.
A tree outside my room was about to wither.