O traveller, O dear wonderer
You have walked this gravelled road barefoot
Pierced by these jaggered stones
Leaving behind your coloured marks like a carefully decorated poem
Your legs wish to give up, your eyes wish to shut
But the voice in your head says don't give up
You need to keep walking - keep walking you say?
How much longer till I can end this journey?
How much longer till I find my way?
This voice pushes on rentlessly without a care to spare
Yet all I want is to break free from this shackles that bound me
How is this even fair?