Let me live on the roads,
Never to return a home,
Where no one shall await,
My doors are ever close.
Isolated, though surrounded,
I travel my roads unaided,
Folding life in a rucksack,
Living the life of a traveler.
Heavy is the backpack I carry,
Mysterious, the ultimate board,
Slow, the pace of my footstep.
I’ll, still, toil my way, until I win.
Roads – open, straight, and curved,
Things that charm me the most.
Happy, I’m still rolling, like
A stone that catches no moss.
Never to return a home,
Where no one shall await,
My doors are ever close.
Isolated, though surrounded,
I travel my roads unaided,
Folding life in a rucksack,
Living the life of a traveler.
Heavy is the backpack I carry,
Mysterious, the ultimate board,
Slow, the pace of my footstep.
I’ll, still, toil my way, until I win.
Roads – open, straight, and curved,
Things that charm me the most.
Happy, I’m still rolling, like
A stone that catches no moss.
