Steps, steps, steps, do you think there are only steps? Rest? Look back?
No, doubting at this point is unnecessary, let's make the path our goal, so the rest will be profit.
I didn't think about it carefully. How long have I been walking?
A long time, many steps, an immense forest without end.
Will the doubts cease to exist? It would be better if they did not exist; since in the end, I have overcome them again and again; because the path demands my steps, and I can no longer stop.
But there they are, their reason for being is to make us agonize over and over again.
Have I doubted more than the steps I have taken? Or have I taken more steps compared to the times I have hesitated.
The breeze blows again at my back the moment I slow down my steps.
I am a restless walker; I can't even slow down anymore.
I look at the treetops, static as always. Like the first time I stood up.
Back then no matter how big the forest was; I considered that my impetus was greater.
What times those were, sometimes it's good to remember.
Steps, steps and more steps, you could count my steps, and you wouldn't have enough time to count the trees.
Steps, steps, steps. There is no reason to stop, there is more reason to move forward.