…and the earth becomes my throne,
I adapt to the unknown,
Under wandering stars I’ve grown,
By myself but not alone – I ask no one.

…and my ties are severed clean,
The less I have the more I gain,
Off the beaten path I reign.

Rover wanderer nomad vagabond – call me what you will.

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