Curse of the gypsy soul

Maybe a brief poem about how I sometimes think others see me.

never being happy with where you're at
    always on the move you can't grow fat
        never take the time for looking back
            take it in drink it deep
              the views from the road will help you sleep
is it really all that bad?
                                  the roads you've traveled
            the friends you had
the stories you hold both good
                                            and bad

                                                  anyone from the outside might say you're mad
for they can't understand
                                    the thing that drives you on