always things change

a different discipline another sort of act
no lack of choices but none are the same
we wonder at the nature of this game
which doesn't reward courtesy or tact
on minds with many questions duly racked
it acts to stimulate the hidden flame
and make the things we do not dare to name
but which provide the solid floor of fact
at times like these we want to soar and fly
but our dull feet are firmly placed on ground
we're not the masters of the upper air
yet we know that we must be by and by
to make a girdle the whole planet round
and venture where the eagles do not dare