walk the world

he looked meek
he looked wild
carrying his saddlebag
he ceased being a child
in the valley of coyotes
he felt so brave
he felt so free
in the presence of the windmills
the mountains seemed mellow
he trudged on with his battered self
across the ocean, there was a new world
deep inside the moors, 
only hawks dared
the sun blazed
yet he walked on
he wished for plains
he wished for rains
his bare feet traced the miles
haunting sounds of silence
admired his spirit
nothing dainty about him
but he tantalized the empty spaces

"a knight, a king, or a knave, 
he was only a young man walking the world"
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Words taken from the lyrics of Gordon Lightfoot's song Don Quixote. You can see the lyrics here:
http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/g/gordon_lightfoot/don_quixote.html