O aching time! O moments big as years!
Many have original minds who do not think it - they are led away by custom!
I must choose between despair and Energy──I choose the latter.
We have woven a web, you and I, attached to this world but a separate world of our own invention.
was it a vision or a waking dream? Fled is that music--do I wake or sleep?
Dancing music, music sad, Both together, sane and mad.