Where is the walkway to where I am bound

Where is the path that leads to the source

Where is the road, the highway, the bridge

There, where hope resides, wide open and vast.


The open road beckons

Destination, set

Compass at hand

Purpose, set.


It is made with walking

With a heart that’s wide open

It is made, step by step

With eyes on the horizon


It is made day after day

In the minutes of a life

One foot after another

On earth, sand and rock


Through the woods and the forests

Up the hills and the mountains

On this tiny Earth, our planet

There where the universe


Lies… endless and vast.