Trot...Trot...She Went...

Come day or a night... trot trot she went...

Seasons changed...people too...trot trot she went...

Up on the mountains...down on the beach...

Trot trot she went...

Her world turned upside down yet trot trot she went...

Just about when her passport was to expire...

Trot trot she went...

Here, there, everywhere...

Trot trot she went...

Her soul was that of a gypsy...

Couldn’t halt when she had to...

Thus the One Above signalled...

She didn’t need to...

A visit to the mother city...

Or a trip down under...

A ride across cities...

Whenever she got a chance...

Trot trot she went...

Almost half a year, off to new corners of the world...

Trot trot she went...

New faces, new experiences lined up to be her friend...

At the brink of welcoming another year...

Trot she goes again...

What does the coming year has in store for her...

Only time will be able to tell.