The way is certainly both short and steep, However gradual it looks from here; Look if you like, but you will have to leap.
Tough-minded men get mushy in their sleep And break the by-laws any fool can keep; It is not the convention but the fear That has a tendency to disappear.
The worried efforts of the busy heap, The dirt, the imprecision, and the beer Produce a few smart wisecracks every year; Laugh if you can, but you will have to leap.
Will not be either sensible or cheap, So long as we consent to live like sheep And never mention those who disappear.
Much can be said for social savoir-faire, But to rejoice when no one else is there
No one is watching, but you have to leap.
A solitude ten thousand fathoms deep Sustains the bed on which we lie, my dear; Although I love you, you will have to leap; Our dream of safety has to disappear.