Woe to those that envy the chaser,
Who rides and rides with a life-like pacer.
Today, I’ll die. Nope. Tomorrow perhaps.
Today I’ll ride, to Hell and back.
Woe to those that prize the search,
For long are the days, and cramped the perch.
Today, Nepal. Tomorrow the road.
Today I’ll go and ne’re return.
Woe to those, who seek the easy,
As if life is full of the weak and weary,
For moments grow long when the mind is idle.
The sun hangs still in lands of title,
And riches in travel hold peril and bridle.
So come if you can, but take to heart,
That a man has an idol
When he can’t play the part.