In the days leading up to the present,
I feel sure I exceeded a limit of normality.
But of course I know, nothing is ever, just normal,
It is an amount of all, that is greater or lesser.
Having persisted ´til now, means I failed to quit,
When a wiser man, surely, would have rest before now.
Desire overcomes the sense, and the will has a laugh,
When the body says "no!" and the mind pushes on.
Why do I continue, when I really should stop ?
Before the pain rises, and I cry from the blisters.
Because I dare say, I am filled with a hope,
That before the last mile, I will realise my dream.
Come home to the faith,
My sacrifices are valid,
In giving me release,
From the sins I commit...
The road to Santiago.
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