The Way I See It, There Is

For Those Who Know The Value Of And Exquisite Taste Of Solitary Freedom (for One Is Only Free When Alone), The Act Of Leaving Is The Bravest And Most Beautiful Of All.

I Will Only Ever Be Drawn To People Who Suffer From That Special And Fertile Anguish Called Self-doubt, Or The Thirst For The Ideal, And Desire For The Soul's Mystical Fire. Self-satisfaction Because Of Some Material Accomplishment Will Never Be For Me. The Truly Great Are Those Who Quest For Better Spiritual Selves.

But The Vagrant Owns The Whole Vast Earth That Ends Only At The Nonexistent Horizon, And His Empire Is An Intangible One, For His Domination And Enjoyment Of It Are Things Of The Spirit.

A Nomad I Was Even When I Was Very Small And Would Stare At The Road, That White Spellbinding Road Headed Straight For The Unknown ... A Nomad I Will Remain For Life, In Love With Distant And Uncharted Places.

A Nomad I Will Remain For Life, In Love With Distant And Uncharted Places.