A wanderer in a cage.. A horse in a corral... The freedom exchanged for friendship and a possibility... My feet miss the road so bad... Yet I have things still left to learn... Can I possibly grow roots when I have drifted for so long? I am trying... Does it matter to anyone really but me? Will I leave an imprint on your mind that will last for eternity or am I just another dandelion to blow on the wind.....