The road is made by walking,
Abreast or single file.
While idlers sit there gawking, child,
Come walk with me a while.
No miles are made by talking,
No map can stride a mile.
The road is made by walking, child,
Come walk with me a while.
“Wanderer, your footsteps are the road,
and nothing more;
wanderer, there is no road, the road
is made by walking.”
— Antonio Machado, (1875-1939)