We could spend today on noticing
How the clouds block out the rêverie,
How the paths turn out our visitors,
'We've a thousand other things to attend to' —

How the castle stands, unwavering,
Blink, revise the plans, and go back in,
How the guest list keeps on shortening
As the preparations go on.

Festival, festival of the future!
Future is ours if we keep on moving there.
Bright and early, every day to the dawn,
Thank god I found these shoes for walking alone.

Vanishing, vanishing, princely brightness,
Varnishing steps to the next astonishing choice —
At a crossroads, choose that you're someone,
Could be, someone you'll never see again.