May I choose to unfollow this path
For these objects that
Pull you asunder with
Promises of wealth and wonder
That you, weary traveller,
Gladly accept, in bargain
Forgoing possibilities
Richer and vaster
Because you doubtfully
And half-heartedly pursue
Things in all their lustre
Without stopping once to ask
Why they muster so many
With their pomp of bluster
