The Dharma Bums are my mentors
My idols I guess.
Whether they should be, I don't know.
But god how I crave to be so free, so happy.
I could be a dharma bum.
I could inhale life like a cigarette,
And the smoke would slowly rise and dissipate
Above my head,
So sweetly.
I could own nothing but what was on my back
And a cottage in Berkeley,
And the desire that accompanies me now
Would not make my feet so heavy.
Man, I really could be a dharma bum...