Going on

The bitter sweat on cracked lips
Stinking sweat between the
Gorges of my stinking worn buts
Sand grains in my peeled shoes
And the blisters are down to flesh
I’ve long gone, long predestined
And long forgotten how I’d start
This dreamed odyssey, that urged
My soul to perceive and preserve
That I should carry on and on
And going on, till the quest’s mastered

There are still mountains, still
Canyons and deadly thorns
Still brutal elements to taste
How’s my endurance and my vow
Is it by strength or by a vain dream?
That I should carry on to this surprising
Never reached by saints point
And still going on and on

Like the myth said, do not give up
The universe rewards, him who’s tired
And still determined to carry on
It’s the heart of the tiger, the heart

Of a wariour, a strong desire
That catalyst through all labyrinths
And lastly finds its light in the nick of
Giving up, go on!