The Banquet of Possibility

At once my heart's a flutter,

When I pass into realms unknown,

To roads of unending endpoints,

To safety far from home.

The curiosity thrills me

And begs me go before

To the banquet of Possibility

Come knocking at my door.

     “Ah, dear friend, it's been some time

     since you've last let me in.

     May I be seated?” he thus proceeded,

     And sat down with a grin.

     “You've locked your doors and bolted them

     On what you did not know.

     You settled down to be but unsettled

     And ceased thus to grow.

     Come follow now to things unseen,

     And see what there's to see.

     You're boundless heart is again to be bound

     By old Possibility.”

And now, O seeker, let me say,

To the feast what had been brought:

Possibility's only food

Is nothing more than thought.