Back home was easy on the well-known way
but close another path had sparkling charms.
I wished and puppy-like played through the day
forgetting comfort of restraining arms.

I found a multitude of avenues
but too much fun disoriented mind.
I wished and cat-like saw the royal views
remembering authority is blind.

A trail late found will lead no farther on
but gives sad glimpses of a better track.
I wished and horse-like raced till time was gone
desiring well-placed win-inducing whack.

From dawn to dusk, from birth to death, our voice
will rise and fall until our final choice.

- Robert Stone, 21 October 2012