I think whatever I meet on the road I shall like, and whoever beholds me shall like me,
I think whoever I see must be happy.
From this hour, freedom!
From this hour I ordain myself loosed of limits and imaginary lines!
Going where I list—my own master, total and absolute,
Listening to others, considering well what they say,
Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating.
Gently but with undeniable will divesting myself of the holds that would hold me.
I inhale great draughts of air,
The east and the west are mine, and the north and the south are mine.