One more year has passed
On this task without
The appearance of an end
To travel the whole world.The more I travel,
The bigger the world seems.Will this be worth my remaining youth
To see it all, to go go go?
What will I think when I look back
At this time as an old person?
Maybe I’m already an old person now.
Context (if you’re interested):
Today’s my birthday. This was my reflection on the last year.