Time for a song -

The hills were alive with wildflowers
And I was as wild, even wilder than they
For at least I could run, they just died in the sun
And I refused to just wither in place

Just a wild mountain rose, needing freedom to grow
So I ran fearing not where I'd go
When a flower grows wild, it can always survive
Wildflowers don't care where they grow

And the flowers I knew in the fields where I grew
Were content to be lost in the crowd
They were common and close, I had no room for growth
I wanted so much to branch out

I uprooted myself from home ground and left
Took my dreams and I took to the road
When a flower grows wild, it can always survive
Wildflowers don't care where they grow

I grew up fast and wild and I never felt right
In a garden so different from me
I just never belonged, I just longed to be gone
So the garden, one day, set me free

Hitched a ride with the wind and since he was my friend
I just let him decide where we'd go
When a flower grows wild, it can always survive
Wildflowers don't care where they grow..


Dolly Parton


Now that's mainly for those punks who loves calling me Gypsy/Gypsy Queen/Nomad. Not that I mind. I love being able to move. I love moving - doing whatever. I love moving from place to place. I'd rather move than not. I totally agree with Pascal - that all human evil comes from this, man's being unable to sit still in a room. At least most of my evil results from my being unable to sit still - in a room, on a chair, on the bed, in front of the TV - doesn't really matter where.
Most of my fun as well...