The world before me

[...] 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,
Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,
Strong and content I travel the open road.

Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass (1855) "Song of the Open Road"