I sit alone,

All alone

Wondering and wandering

What have I done to be here?

And what did I lose?

 

So, beginning is where I start,

Starting to trace back my life,

A trail so simple,

Simple, plain and expected

 

A trail that perfectly lay

That the ancient travelers followed it

And the future travelers will

 

And then there lies the answer to my question

What have I done to be here?

I did nothing

But blindly follow

 

And follow a path which has been followed a million times

The path with no hurdles, no thorns and no lilies

That leads to the destination, which everyone is seeking

So what did I lose?

I lost the JOURNEY