Nowadays humans only use cars to travel,
Scared their body and feet would unravel.
With two friends I strapped on some hiking shoes,
We walked out of a quaint town without a clue.
Into the countryside of southern France,
The trudging uphill put me in a trance.
The big picture is an 800 kilometre struggle,
France to Spain, just our bags to smuggle.
The border is hills and valleys for miles,
Painful bodies, beautiful smiles.
Mountains are greener, the breeze so sweet,
People so friendly, every nationality you meet.
We’ll put one foot in front of the other
Our minds positive, our backs tougher.
Our world in our packs, we march together,
Towards the horizon, onwards forever.