In an endless road

I walk the paths,

They stretch farther and farther,

I walk and I follow,

There is no end.

I walk on foot,

I walk barefoot,

Tiny and large stones,

Thorns of solitude grow in the earth,

They caress me in their own way,

They comfort me,

I walk and I walk,

Yet, I find no end.

The road is a mirage,

Cold and dark,

The crickets cheer me on,

Go on, keep going, don’t stop.

There’s no strength left in my soul,

I grow tired,

I sleep in the embrace of stones and thorns,

I pull the blanket of rocks and pebbles over me,

And I stay there forever.

My path ends here,

For I know that continuing this path will bring nothing but pain and suffering.