The road I walk is new.

It’s made not of stone, but dirt.

There are no road signs yet.

And no bridges to cover the rivers.

The road I walk is new,

so people think that it is hard.

“How do swim?” “Don’t you get dirty?”

“How do you cope with all that uncertainty?”

But actually, I am not concerned with all that.

I am not in a rush,

I am not lazy

I am prepared to go wherever my road takes me.

There is only one kind of obstacle that puts me off:

having to go through other people’s highways.

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The road I want to go through is new.

Made, like mine, not of stone, but dirt.

Maybe some road signs, but just a few.

Enough to lead me,

to the person who builds it.