There’s gold in them hills
Pack your bags
Take that book and some bread
Maybe a shirt or two
Put on your shoes
And then: start.

Take the first step even though you don’t know where the second one will go
Breathe that air of the new place
And then: go on.

Look at that sky, you fool
Can’t you see the stars arranged themselves to fit your view?
So go follow them
Make them make sense