A little marimo moss ball.
Unfazed in its glass ball.
Just another peaceful sunny day.
To not go about and enjoy the day.

A lonely marimo moss ball.
Looking in a mirror on the wall.
Noticing nothing has changed.
Isolation is still here, untouched.

i have never walked alone,
never relied on my own,
it was the first time was doing this,
taking all chances,
taking all the risks,

it wasn't all sudden,
it really was a planned,
months months ago,
Annapurna I am going,
i took a stand,

all in all,
the time was right,
the break i needed the most
excited and nervous to step
on four thousands meters of height,

i took a bus
to pokhara from capital
my adventure weeks wasn't at rush
pre season for the mountains,
expecting the heavy rainfall

i had to drop my bag,
to a e friend i hadn't met
marimo was the guy
was waiting at the stop,
hadn't seen him yet.

i had no plan yet,
went to a fruit store to drink some shake,
i was deciding my next stop,
with the guy i just met,

next hour,
i took a bus to naya bazar,
i was placed to last window seat,
different characters i was destined to meet.

old guy, broke the ice,
he started with a question,
he was soft spoken, to me he was nice,
are you alone, where are you going ahead?
i said, yes i am solo, and i was betrayed.
it had been a while, my mountains was up on,
he remember his daughter seeing me, my age,
she had been abroad, sending happiness from Japan,
he had his hope, love, care for her, fullest to the page.