this dusty patchy olde sack
im off again
down this road with no end
A fresh day
another way
I wander off
with nothing more to say
Cos im breathing in the fresh air
got my pack on and i dont really care
as to my direction
the important thing
is my perception
But its the people i meet
and the places i go
these moments they always show
me
you end up reaping what you sow
Its in the smiles
in the faces
of all earths glorious races
that encourages my faith in this world
And with my backpack on
i sing this song
wandering along in my unique way
anticipating each new day.
