It's snowing and I'm thinking
Of the road taking the traveler
Farther and farther
To where, I don't know,
But there's something I know:
Wherever it ends
In light or night
It will be a bit ahead
Closer to the mountain head!
But look how I'm stuck
In talk and talk
As if in snow I walk.
It's snowing and I
Am eager to fly
Go over roads
And observe no codes
Of where to go
With whom to go!
To go and get free,
Move ahead and be
A friend of the road
And live a new mode!
Now...just let me go,
I can't stay! ...No!
It might be more appropriate to say 'Closer to the mountain head'. Otherwise, good!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Verily, life is to move on, Move on towards the peaks