The Journey

I started a journey long ago,
I think it started in Mexico,
I went through Colorado and through Toronto,
Not too far to go...

I went by car,
But I couldn't go far,
I wish I had some good caviar,
I don't want to end up in a bar...

But journey is a journey,
Either long or short,
I show myself no mercy,
Because this journey, is my sport...

I will walk, run, sing and dance,
I might even wait to see the horses prance,
I don't know if it will bring me fame or shame,
As life is it's name...