Song of the Open Road - Walt Whitman

82. Song of the Open Road
by Walt Whitman

AFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road,   
Healthy, free, the world before me,   
The long brown path before me, leading wherever I choose.   
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune—I myself am good fortune;   
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,  
Strong and content, I travel the open road.   
The earth—that is sufficient;   
I do not want the constellations any nearer;   
I know they are very well where they are;   
I know they suffice for those who belong to them.     
(Still here I carry my old delicious burdens;   
I carry them, men and women—I carry them with me wherever I go;
I swear it is impossible for me to get rid of them;   
I am fill’d with them, and I will fill them in return.)