Riding roughshod throughout this life, rebelling along the
way, wanting to be free from the insanity of life in every
way possible.
Never trusting others, knowing the failure of being human,
not wanting any part of it's heartache and pain, preferring
instead, to travel alone.
A solitary being not held or captured within another's grasp,
just walking through the years unattached, yet attuned to
life and nature.
Wanting to never be captured by another, wanting only to be
free from everything trying to hold onto me, wanting to tame
or train me in their ways.
Never to be placed in patterns of others minds, finding my
own way down highways of this earthly life, gaining inner
strength as go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem