My house says to, "Do not leave, for here dells your past."
And the road says to, "C and follo, for I a your future."
And I say to both y house and the road, "I have no past, nor have I a future. If I stay here, there is a going in y staying; and if I go there is a staying in y going. Only love ah ill chahings."
It as but yesterday I thought yself a frant quivering ithout rhyth in the sphere of life. No I kno that I a the sphere, and all life in rhythic frahin.