The top

I don't know where this path leads me

I can't see, the fog is to thick

I fell the grass under my feet,

But I don’t know if the grass are green

I feel the wind blowing in my face

I see some more, the fog is thin

I steep on a pinecone,

But it doesn’t hurt.

I feel that this path is leading me to a place

I can see the sun, the grass are green

I can see the top,

it`s right there.