The Devil Drives

Why do I leave a good home and loving parents to travel a no man’s land into some unplanned oblivion?

The Devil drives.

Why do I leave my wonderful girlfriend to walk a lonely Road without cuddle or embrace?

The Devil drives.

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Wade from Vagabond Journey.com
in JFK Airport, New York City, USA- June 4, 2008
Song of the Open Road — Travel Photos
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Why do I have this urge to keep going to – to keep seeking out – every far gone and dingy and beautiful corner of planet earth that I have not yet been to?

The Devil drives.

What keeps me ever searching for new places in this world where the people smile when I already know places where the sun shines and the birds sing? Why can’t I just stay snug in the paradises which I have already found?

The Devil drives.

Why must I always live in a constant limbo of perpetual motion? What can’t I just sit still, quietly?

The Devil drives.

Why am I taking the long Road to Turkey?

Why am I not in beautiful, beautiful Japan?

Why am I by myself?

Where do I think I am going?

Why am I absolutely unable to function in a society (any society)?

The Devil drives

And thus spake Sir Richard Burton:

“Starting in a hallowed log of wood – some thousand miles up a river, with an infinitesimal prospect of returning! I ask myself ’Why?” and the only echo is “damned fool! . . . The Devil drives!”

And I like it this way.