THE JOURNEY

If I start on my way, who would know?
If I go at dawn, who would tell them the tale?
Oh! Yes, they know the time of my arrival,
They see the glamour, the fame, the wealth,
When the tyres screeched, they heard nothing,
When we ran out of gas, they knew nothing,
When we drove to and fro, they saw nothing,
If now, I step out in style, they make a hell of noise,
If I walk in gait, they run their mouths in shame –
How did he get there so quickly?

If I start on my way, who would know?
When I left at dawn, who told the tale?