"...When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I had been living — they asked me why. But there’s no use in talking to people who have a home, they have no idea what it’s like to seek safety in other people, for home to be wherever you lie your head.
I was always an unusual girl, my mother told me I had a chameleon soul. No moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality. Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean. And if I said that I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way, I’d be lying — because I have been the other woman. I belonged to no one — who belonged to everyone, who had nothing — who wanted everything with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about — and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.
Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people — and finally I did — on the open road. We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore — except to make our lives a work of art... I believe in the person I want to become...I believe in the kindness of strangers..."
No creo que sea lo que soy realmente, sí en casi todo pero en algunas cosas sé que quiero más (es más, la misma canción lo dice: "I am tired...), que la libertad no es hedonismo, la libertad es la vida plena que sólo obtienes por el conocimiento de la verdad que es la palabra de Dios. El Amor que te hace estar constantemente presente, estar consciente de la plenitud de vida...
Relata mucho de lo que he vívido... y he aprendido de eso que viví, ahora tomaré lo que me hace sentir plena de, y desecharé lo que no me hace sentir plena... creciendo en el conocimiento de La verdad para llegar a ser totalmente yo para cumplir el próposito de DIOS.
No quiero ser poeta, quiero ser poesía de Dios, de Amor
...Singing blues has been getting old
You can be my full time, baby...
Don't break me down
I've been travelin' too long
I've been trying too hard
With one pretty song
...Drink all day and we talk 'til dark
That's the way the road doves do it, ride 'til dark.
Don't leave me now
Don't say good bye
Don't turn around
Leave me high and dry
I hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast
I am alone in the night
Been tryin' hard not to get in trouble, but I
I've got a war in my mind
I just ride
Just ride, I just ride, I just ride
I'm tired of feeling like I'm f-ck-n crazy
I'm tired of driving 'till I see stars in my eyes
I look up to hear myself saying,
Baby, too much I strive, I just ride..."
