Footprints in the desert,
Disappear as sandstorms pass,
Our bags feel as though they are made of brass.
Continuing on in one direction,
Doesn't stop the sun from seeing my reflection.
Complaining about the immense heat, 
Will just mean admitting defeat,
Though we are not lost,
And even though we will not feel frost.
We are all finishing this encumbered journey.

Finally out of blazing lands,
Lying next to helpful hands,
We found a town that sings peace,
With an aura which it can release.
Now sheltered and well rested,
We awake early our backs contested,
From the water on our backs,
To the hiking equipment and flasks.
Still, we start our encumbered journey again.

Finding our way through the
Forever lost forest,
Marking each tree with a red crest,
To remember our way.
Deciding not to have a sojourning stay,
We stay, still and make camp,
In the dark forest without a light or lamp.
Not losing vision from our path,
The rain started pouring causing wrath.
Trying to stay dry our heads low,
Even though we were wet from head to toe,
We continued the encumbered journey.

This journey started from finding a map,
That happened to appear near my lap.
On one winter day in December,
So long as I have that memory and remember.
A vow I made to not stop,
Until reaching the high mountain top.
Going ahead in exact motion,
Was my position and the right notion, my long journey would start from the beginning.