The open road it is my home
I use to wander wide
But now I'm not allowed to roam
I feel like I have died
To tight I'm chained
To tight I'm bound
To long constrained
Tied like a hound
Restrained and restricted
Life within a hole
Confined and afflicted
Freedom is my goal
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When you are used to the open road, it's hard to stay in one place. A great poem.