Plannings are boring 
If they guide your life. 

You miss the adventure, 
You miss the surprising gestures. 

I don't want to be consoled 
And put in a box, 
I want to see the face of the wild wind. 

You and I, 
And the world that dances around us. 

The thrill is in the woot. 
The joy is a piercing wind 
That whispers a secret 

Life is all but a rollercoaster ride  
You don't hitch hike for the coaster, 
Once you are in, 
You fit into it. 

My whole life flashes 
In my choices and consequences. 
I like to dream about it. 
Life is a game 
And its upward and downward trajectory 
Is a trial in itself, 
And who wants to plan a trial?