The only way out is to go through
What is this talked-of mystery of birth. But being mounted bareback on the earth?
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know What I was walling in or walling out, And to whom I was like to give offence. Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That wants it down.
Two such as you with such a master speed Cannot be parted nor be swept away
What we live by we die by.
I'd like to get away from earth awhile / And then come back to it and begin over.