With thoughts of dismay about my new transition and journey, I was offered some literature to dwell upon. I found the small book full of wonderful verse, compelling to search out a copy for my own. Within the pages lies many words to ponder on; however, this particular poem is the one originally suggested. Though the verse is long, the fifth portion contains these propelling words:

From this hour I ordain myself loos'd 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.

Taken from Song of The Open Road by Walt Witman