sort of a little poem that came to me just now :)

I wander this land
Pack on my back
Traveling the land, free I go
The place I end up tomorrow
I just don't know
I follow the open road
Wander through the foothills, the mountains
The forest is where I call home
This is where I wander, this is where I roam
No building to call my home, I carry home on my back
The life I long to live, start to walk
And not look back
Wander and roam around the long open road