I asked Reality to dance
For I was young and brave,
And didn’t fear the blinding lights
That were outside my cave —

I’d heard that’s where she liked to step,
And so, I sought her gladly,
I held her in the Autumn sun,
And lived to love her madly,

For She was promise and perfume.
But I, a treasure-seeker,
Soon wearied of the constant pace,
And slacked my dancing, weaker —

For this, Reality will say:
“I’ll bring you good things only.”
How strange, then, in the midst of that,
To move, but feel so lonely.

As many suitors as She’s had,
She settles down with none,
But keeps on dancing merrily
With each and every one.

Oh, I was young and brave, it’s true,
So sure I would succeed —
I asked Reality to dance,
But then She

Took the lead