Walking down the highway

in the brightness of the day,

now and then a speeding car

will pass along my way.

A rucksack of possessions

is all I have in life,

no children no mortgage

no car and no wife.

I whistle loud a catchy tune

and pass through another town,

watching couples argue

driving automobiles around.

I stop along a roadside

take in the desert view,

eat from a can of meatballs

smoke a cigarette or two.

I love the life of freedom

I roam where ever I please,

one day I’m down in a vally

next day in a forest of trees.

I sleep beneath the brightest star

now who could ask for more,

the moon is my companion

the sky is my open door.