I travel to find myself. I'm lost somewhere since the longest time. And I'm
searching, through the valleys and seas, to recover myself, restore myself.
I know one of these days I'll find myself somewhere around a bend on a dusty road, or a well worn, broken shoe sole, or deep among the colourful fish of a reef, or high up in the impossibly thin air of the peaks, or among skins of different colour and voices of unintelligible languages but similarly beautiful souls.
Among the thatched roofs and sleepy towns, somewhere, someplace, I'm hiding.
I know one of these days I'll find myself somewhere around a bend on a dusty road, or a well worn, broken shoe sole, or deep among the colourful fish of a reef, or high up in the impossibly thin air of the peaks, or among skins of different colour and voices of unintelligible languages but similarly beautiful souls.
Among the thatched roofs and sleepy towns, somewhere, someplace, I'm hiding.
