Hmm....
I am comtemplative, when I am alone, and I try to get away alone as much as I can. I think, I ponder, and I wonder - and I walk. Walking is best rememdy for anything. Whether you got 'dem ol' Walkin' Blues; or whether you are sickly depressed; eratically happy or entergetically hyper, walking heals what ails you. When my parents start yelling at me, I get out and walk. Where do I go? Anywhere I can think. Sometimes that is hard. Sometimes there is no place to walk except the noise roads, or the crowded park; but even then, you find peace in yourself, and once in there, I ponder - tinker with whats laying 'round in my head. I get on people's nerves, but peoples' get on mine. I wished I lived in Ojai or nearer to Arroyo Verde (there's nice hikin' paths in the foothills), somewhere where I can walk in nature with the interruption of chripping birds, busy chipmunks, and the old, wise trees.
I know what I am about to say sounds really, really crazy, but remember it only the way I feel: I want to wander America with nothing more than a credit card for eatin' and sleepin', my guitar, and the clothes on my back. I'll sling my gi'tar over my back and set out, walking. I'll buy some sturdy shoes and walk out. I'll buy me a small journal that 'ill fit in my pocket, fill it with what I'm thinkin'. I'll shove my Walden in my small bag with my bible and my pocket knife. So what I would really bring would be my guitar, clothes on my back (and a heavy jacket), a credit card for eatin', sleepin', and buyin' new clothes when the ones on my back wear out, and I'd also bring a small duffle bag and put a notebook, pens, bible, pocket knife, Walden, and my harmonica. And that is it. Not a lot considering I would gone for a year or more. What I find I need later on, I'll buy, but only things I need. I just wanna get away and see what there is beyond concrete, pavement, and electricity. I bet I sound like a hobo, but that's OK, cause it don't matter what others say, just what God and I gotta say 'bout myself. I'll let nature be my guide and the Lord my protector. I won't stray too far from people, unless I buy some backpacking supplies and get an idea what I'd be doin' 'lone in the wilderness; but other wise I'll stay at cheap motels and eat at family owned restraunts or buy my own food.
That is the only thing I want to do. But I know what I need to do before I even prepare for somethin' like that: get an education, job, money, and then I can go. This is how I feel now mind you. Who knows....
I know what I am about to say sounds really, really crazy, but remember it only the way I feel: I want to wander America with nothing more than a credit card for eatin' and sleepin', my guitar, and the clothes on my back. I'll sling my gi'tar over my back and set out, walking. I'll buy some sturdy shoes and walk out. I'll buy me a small journal that 'ill fit in my pocket, fill it with what I'm thinkin'. I'll shove my Walden in my small bag with my bible and my pocket knife. So what I would really bring would be my guitar, clothes on my back (and a heavy jacket), a credit card for eatin', sleepin', and buyin' new clothes when the ones on my back wear out, and I'd also bring a small duffle bag and put a notebook, pens, bible, pocket knife, Walden, and my harmonica. And that is it. Not a lot considering I would gone for a year or more. What I find I need later on, I'll buy, but only things I need. I just wanna get away and see what there is beyond concrete, pavement, and electricity. I bet I sound like a hobo, but that's OK, cause it don't matter what others say, just what God and I gotta say 'bout myself. I'll let nature be my guide and the Lord my protector. I won't stray too far from people, unless I buy some backpacking supplies and get an idea what I'd be doin' 'lone in the wilderness; but other wise I'll stay at cheap motels and eat at family owned restraunts or buy my own food.
That is the only thing I want to do. But I know what I need to do before I even prepare for somethin' like that: get an education, job, money, and then I can go. This is how I feel now mind you. Who knows....