Have we not stood here like trees in the ground long enough?

Afoot and light hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading me wherever I choose.

Henceforth I ask not good fortune, I myself am good fortune.
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,

Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,
Strong and contented I travel the open road.