It's best to catch your instinct ere it climbs
Beyond the bounds where you can call it back;
There it will find such freedom that, sometimes,
It will snap off its bonds and, when they're slack,
Sprint out into the world unmitigated
And do and do without more thought than so,
So that, even when tuckered out and sated,
It will not crawl back home and sleep, but go
Yet further out in search of more adventure
Freed from the rational and therefore wild;
It will enjoy the fruits of disindenture,
And will reject all hints of calm or mild.
But if you but restrain it at the start
It will curl up inside and warm your heart.
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