Don't walk so slowly
This is a day unlike its predecessors
Don't be distracted by the unoriginal
Or confined by bars only made of doubt

Don't dream so softly
This is a season of discontent
Don't meddle with the messengers
For they all bring ill or dying news

Don't be ashamed of the curtains
They keep in far more than they keep out
Don't shed tears over wooden fairy tales
For termites have already eaten their fill