Afoot and light-hearted, I take to the open road, healthy, free, the world before me, the long brown path before me, leading wherever I choose.
Henceforth I ask not good fortune—I myself am good fortune; henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing, strong and content, I travel the open road.
The earth—that is sufficient; I do not want the constellations any nearer; I know they are very well where they are; I know they suffice for those who belong to them.
(Still here I carry my old delicious burdens; I carry them, men and women—I carry them with me wherever I go; I swear it is impossible for me to get rid of them; I am fill’d with them, and I will fill them in return.)
Excerpt from Song of the Open Road.
Life, it’s a wonderful ride
It’s a difficult ride
An unpredictable ride
Trying to find what you are searching for
But I’m feeling all right at the end of the night
At the end of the night
Still I haven’t found what I’m searching for
Tonight, it’s a beautiful night, it’s a wonderful night
An unpredictable night
The pale moon is full, can you feel the magnetic pull?
And I’m feeling alright, it’s not the end of the night
It’s not the end of the night
Now you’ve taken me in, you’ve gotten under my skin
Have you found what you’re searching for?
What are you searching for?
Fly Through/No Baggage
The grass is greener.
The light is brighter.
The taste is sweeter.
Forever and ever.