Gypsy Blood

Gypsy blood runs through my veins, of that I am sure.
I ramble, I wander. Someday I will travel to extremes.
I will forever aimlessly adventure.
I do not seek treasure though I search for clues, unscrambling riddles.
I cannot be pinned or placed, nor will I expire upon the shelf.
My imagination is my ally, with whom I quiz and squabble.
I am easy to love, although insanely impossible to understand.
I love fully and without question until my heart bleeds.
My soul knows no fear however scared I may be.
I am wise though I am foolish, and my inner child always leads the way.
My intuition is alert and is my greatest tool.
I am chaotic and cluttered, yet I carry no baggage and I do not absorb the mess.
I dig for truth and uncover and unravel til I collapse on an endless rope of lies.
I am wild, my hair loose. I ride fast and am furious when beaten.
My feet are bare, my heart thrashes.
My hands are held out and my eyes are filled with magic that must be shared.
I am fascinated and bewildered.
I allow the wind to spin me and distort me until I fall.
I get back up, despite dirty tears and scuffed knees.
I have all that I need within and without and I do not need to be labeled.