The road is waiting for me

The road is waiting for me, like a fabric of countless lights. In fact, my Spirit has not quite changed, night dreams of flying quietly. Morning, sunsets, meetings and people, new lands lure me unceasingly. Once I'm on the road, as if I'm not tired, I find joy in the infinite expanse. I believe that man for man can be a comrade and a loved one, can and should love the heart as if no one had injured him. The road is waiting for me, what is it ?! Maybe my love is waiting there. In fact, I realized that there was heaven in me and Love. I'm not traveling alone ...