I have spent Too many miles In the beds Of strangers Pick up trucks And Roaring Freight trains To settle For a quiet, Small Life. I am a wayfarer, Wanderer, Vagrant. No walls can keep me. I am too Massive For civil norms, I am Too much For a habitual society. A roof would Keep me from the stars. How could I Give up the rising sun? A door would keep me From all of the strangers That I call my allies. There is too much of this world That I have caught A glimpse of, There is still Deep-rooted mystery, I can feel it beneath my feet With every mile I roam. The magic rouses My being, Stirs my soul. Though This may feel like a curse, Some just weren't meant to Fit Into The puzzle. Some Are Free radicals, Disturbing the peace, Agitating the possibilities, Proving Freedom isn't dead, Freedom isn't free, Freedom is something That must be stolen, Freedom is to be Taken into your own Two hands.