With a pack on my back,
 I lurched out of the known.
 Would I ever be back?
 Or go where I was blown?

Who can know where they'll land?
 Maybe on a distant shore?
 Or amid desert sands?
 Or mountains? Or next door?

That's the joy of a life;
 One can end up anywhere.
 Embrace chaos sans strife,
 And you'll live a life that's rare.