Out and about many miles away
clueless, even not knowing the time of day
I wonder
drifting
I stay, I go
I am a wild, free, and spirited soul
I am a man made by my past
Living free, expecting to die fast
I don't make plans past an hour from now
I strive to under stand why things are, and how
I carry no schedule, and I never reconsider
I'm gonna die sometime, one way or another