I Am Full Of The Sorrow That

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.

Life On The Open Road Is Liberty... To Be Alone, To Have Few Needs, To Be Unknown, Everywhere A Foreigner And At Home, And To Walk Grandly And Solitarily In Conquest Of The World.

I Will Always Be Haunted By Thoughts Of A Sun-drenched Elsewhere.

I Feel Alone, Free, And Detached From Everything In The World, And I'm Happy.

I Am Full Of The Sorrow That Goes With Changes In Surroundings, Those Successive Stages Of Annihilation That Slowly Lead To The Great And Final Void.