For people to forget I existed, and to remember I lived.
My absence means nothing and don't expect my homecoming. I know only one home and that is my dream. A house is not a home for a vagabond like me, I live under the stars and on the grass I sleep. My mind gets lost in the beauty of ideas, my eyes marvel at the wonders of the world, my heart embraces life through the wind and sounds of nature. I am but one with all, love, peace, and God is within me as He is around us.
