Trip

Why did I bring myself so far away?
Why so many mountains, so many trails
So many laps and so many corners?
Why did I had to visit
So many strange places?

At every hill I go through
just before reaching the top
I ask myself the question:
What is all this for?
All the fear, all the effort?
Why? Why? ohh Why? Why?

From the place I am in
In the middle of that long walking
I can see lots of tunels
Mountains, roads both
behind and ahead

I ask then and again
once more at each stop
allways the same question
What is all this for?
All the fear, all the effort?
Why...

In the middle, right in the middle of that long trip
It happens I no longer know
Why, what for or where
I am going