Within the flight of tireless time
The bell of choice does sometimes chime
Will you take the common way,
Or yet upon your own delay?
Slacken not your quicken’d pace
He shan’t weary of the race
But lament not ye at the loss
Of ‘saken ways, oft over-gloss
For none shall travel every road
Nor only stick to their abode
Content remain with select miles
Of rougher, yet rewarding, tiles
Stay unblinded by the flux, and mind,
Become you not the thoughtless kind
An’ though preferences may sway
Still remember, Panta rhei