Life holds its sway but only in the hour
But after, what will be we cannot know.
For now our thoughts and actions are in flower
Until our time is done and we must go.
So, on the road we place our weary feet
And step on step play out the things we must.
Though we may never leave this lonely street
Until we give such matters up to dust.
Yet while we still must travel in the light
Our minds are primed to focus on this main.
To dwell not on our future’s arid plight,
Until we own the madness, to stay sane.
We judge our life not by the likely cost,
Since by that act its value would be lost.