I just want to walk for hours without talking
I just want the wind to be my only companion
The road my only guide
No destination, no mission,
No one to meet, no one to see
Just me with the elements of nature
No promises to keep, a life of solidarity I seek
For no reason at all, for no reason whatsoever
I do not fear the world or its people
I do not fear what destiny holds for me
For I do not believe in destiny
I believe in choice
Those that have been made, are being made
Will be made...
This feeling is real, an explanation not warranted ..
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