I know not my journey, but my destination.

Working toward the Desiderata of happiness. 
"Well I’ve traveled many countries, washed my feet in many seas. I’ve drank with drifters in Vienna and with punks in old DC. And I’ve driven across deserts, driven by the irony; that only being shackled to the road, could ever I be free."

"Well I’ve traveled many countries, washed my feet in many seas. I’ve drank with drifters in Vienna and with punks in old DC. And I’ve driven across deserts, driven by the irony; that only being shackled to the road, could ever I be free."