The wanderer travels aimlessly
roaming from place to place
the road is his companion
providing for all his needs
Eats what he can
Burns garbage for warmth
Sleeps with the dogs
He lives this life not by force
but by choice
by choice he roams
bound by no rules
bound by no one
he is truly free

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