Favor me not that I should float along,
should arrive by a passing breeze,
for that story’s not worth an end.
If I would accept a carriage ride
straight to destination point,
say that the driver made off with me
and I was never seen again.
For to get to where one just happens to be
requires nothing at all
but the world the way it is.
And to end up anywhere at long last
is a fate far too cruel
in such a world the way it is.
But oh, if I ever get a chance
to be lost beyond sight forever,
let them invent all silly reasons
and make a monster
by the telling.