Another place is home, traditional house
where birds in cages sing a single song,
where pride in past the flames of passion douse,
where personal desire in love is wrong.

Another time is now, conflicting life
where speech outside invites with siren call,
where custom sets the roles of man and wife,
where individual success is small.

Another future better will not come
where thoughts beat down in anger shrill despair,
where opportunity untouched is numb,
where self escapes to find there's nothing there.

How sad to never learn from one true soul
to never hinder dance beyond control.

- Robert Stone, 19 February 2012