Fair

I went timid to the street fair last night And hoped intensely for an adventure, A destiny. But destiny is not A right, but a privilege with a flat rate; I found my fate too costly. I doubted, then, Whether my choice was right, but deemed it so, For, as I left, the pulsing sky met me With thunderous applause. Or, maybe, it Was waving, pleading, shouting out a low, Desperate warning, begging I return.