" Lo and behold ! The open road calls me ! Nay it shouts !
It beckons to me with haste and asks but one thing :
Ceaseless movement, uninhibited growth!
Stark prospects and coarse, animalistic existence.
The highway’s memory is short, it’s comforts brief.
Ah but think of the freedom!
The liberty that the forest, coast, and deserts so freely offer.
No real estate to chain one to the cave.
Fingers never truly “burned” by possession.
Actualization and creativity allowed to flourish and prosper.
Give me companionship but save society for the well-bred and bored.
I wish to search and never find.
What is ones humanity if he does not exercise it ?
What is love and passion without discontent?
I flee from prying eyes and pedantic laws we citizens allow to govern our lives and thoughts.
To live and toil under “the tent prisoners so freely call the sky”."