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A city lad ran away from home
  The whole wide world to explore and roam
Sure that somewhere else he'd find
  The fortune he had for himself in mind...

At first he thought to try the sea
  On board a big sailing ship
Harsh winds blew it far off course
  Where his prospects took a dip... 

Washed ashore in the Orient
  He tried his hand in the bazaar
Stayed there several years, near four
  Left with a few coins in an exotic jar...

Sought his destiny in foreign legions
  Soon deployed to woe-begone regions
Joined a monastery, lived the life of a monk
  Didn't want to end up a contemplative hunk...

Wherever he went, whatever he tried
  He did his best, but his hope always died
'Till one day, broke, despondent and alone
  Shamefacedly, he stole his way home...

No longer a lad now, but a jaded fellow
  He thought to ease up, kick back, be mellow
And lo and behold, just after that decision
  A fortune fell into his lap he hadn't envisioned

Digging up weeds in his garden, he found a chest
  Filled with gold and silver, among the rest
Of the precious gems buried next to his home
  That he had once left, the wide world to roam...

The moral of this story should be clear to you and me
  Don't run after fortune, over land, over sea
    Your ship docks at your very door
       Right there where you started, at home, for free

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