Trips

Trips

Travelling, just travelling,

feeling like to look for,

finding out something,

where I could get lost.

Free my mind when,

trips go round´n´round,

going far away and then,

don´t know where, don´t know how.

Telling you what I feel,

making up the world,

building mountains and seas,

where you could hike and float.

And if a world is in white,

I paint it all in rainbow,

letters obeying my mind,

giving you presents in words.

  

The best moment for me,

when I show you the way,

meet the people I meet,

they´re there, night and day.

But sometimes I wonder,

if all these trips are useful,

if I get the aim when,

with this you smile too.

The only thing I know,

is this is my living,

feeling like to look for,

in trips where I´m feeling.