Song of the open road
Walt Whitman Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road healthy free the word 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 Done with indoor complaints libraries querulous criticisms Strong and content I travel the open road The earth that is sufficient I do not want the constellation any nearer I know they are very well where they are I know they suffice for the who belong to them (Still here I carry my old delicious burdens I carry them men and woman 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 ) - Walt Whitman (1819 to 1892 )