#travels

"There's a race of men that don't fit in, A race that can't sit still;So they break the hearts of kith and kin, And they roam the world at will.They range the field and rove the flood, And they climb the mountain's crest; Their's is the curse of the gypsy blood, And they don't know how to rest."

"I am not the moon orbiting around your planet; I am the sun that will burn through your frozen mind."