Freedom of the purposeless walk.

 If I walk along the road aimlessly, gazing about, I attract attention because of the "crime" I have committed; they ask me whether something is wrong. They think I am searching for something. So I wait, silently, for people to disperse and for the moment when, relieved, I can wander freely from place to place with no purpose at all. For I have found what they all think they have found.