Start the trip with the hope there is something at the end:

Sights, sounds, attractions. 

But be careful, everything about may change in an instant, without warning

Without reason at all

Every morning, there will be fog thick enough to impair your sense.

It’s really hard to tell

You can’t look ahead, you’re too busy dealing with what's in front of you

Don’t even know if you can deal with that

You have a book, containing all knowledge, and all stupidity,

Unfortunately they’re both unlabeled.

The stupidity is advertised, The knowledge buried, advertised for the wrong purpose:

Have fun finding what you need to read!

Bags are packed, stuffed, filled with everything you might need

It’s easier just to dump it

Don’t know how to use any of it, when you do, it’s the wrong way

Doesn’t matter if it works.

At some point you’ll realize you've  you've just been traveling, no reason, just going.

Don’t think twice.

Just keep doing that, it’ll prepare you for what's next:

.Just more preparation

On your travels you’ll meet many people. They might help.  A map, food, shelter

But always remember

They may not be there to help, they may be there to slow you down, take advantage of you.

Be sure to treat them well.

They may ask you who you are, where you come from, What are you doing?

You do not know

you're a whole lot of nothing filled with little bits of something vibrating a certain way .

You are what you are.