Rain drops hit the curb while I dream walk down this cracked pavement. Wishing I had a smoke, a pair of gloves and more money. Wondering where I am heading. Wondering if I ever will ever will wake up. Its almost nightfall and its February. I have a bag on my back and 12 bills in my pocket. I keep walking looking for maybe a rest stop or a town welcoming sign. Not knowing where I am heading other than east… for now. Tomorrow I may decide to start heading south. My only rule is I don’t turn around and head the opposite directing form the day before. Or I just keep going. I have no other plans other than what I plan on doing at this exact moment. I don’t ask or beg from people. I don’t steal. I hope someone might have the for themselves to lend a hand. But nor do I expect this from anybody. I am nobody else’s responsibility. I am my own. I dot let other tag along unless they must. If they do I do not let them stick around for long. Alone is where I am sane. Alone is what I am.
Just what i think goes through a gypsy's head on a normal basis. When wandering around without a plan.