refusal

you stand upon the hill and simply wait
for what you cannot tell but know it comes
down in the valley all life throbs and hums
and yet you know that's not your proper state
some sense of presence announces a fate
better than this one richer than sweet plums
a billion hearts are echoing the drums
change has to come at its own earnest rate
promise of time that everything will be
just what you wanted when the day began
leads you to hope of a far different land
where wisdom will sit down beneath each tree
you'll comprehend the nature of the plan
and fairy figures take you by the hand