A piece of my mind

There's a piece of my mind
that is forever Spain,
the country where I found myself,
waiting patiently
on the road to Santiago.

There's a piece of my mind
still walking, walking
resting, walking,
as it makes its way
slowly, painfully, along its way.

There's a piece of my mind
even now,
that begs for agua, paz y perdón,
journeying every night
as we journeyed each day.

And every night
the end grows nearer
and Santiago
drifts
a little further away.

But in a quiet corner of my mind,
Spain remains.