It does not do to dwell on dreams
And live in make believe,
To take others truths as certain things
And forget to question these.
It does not do to wish on stars
And be defined by dying light,
To allow ourselves be shaped by fantasy
And not be what we might.
It does not do to cling to lies
And use faith as blind defence,
To be afraid of the great unknown
And surrender common sense.
It does not do to ignore the truth
And mythologise reality,
To bind ourselves in code and creed
And not wish to be free.
It does not do and yet is done
And we feel safe in empty trust,
To make sense of a nonsensical world
We each do what we must.