What else is power for, except to fall And warp the natural order to my will? From lakes I'd make a moat; from stones a wall. Hearts, chain with love and hate, to hold them still. What else are words, except a way to lie? I name the need, then think the deed is done; I call my half-attempted work a "try", Then ask for hands to hold the tools I shun. What else is choice, except excuse for pain? "Here sacrifice yourself, and win renown!" "Turn back? You'll fade. Go on? You'll strive in vain." "Choose which to lose: your heart, or head, or crown." What else is life, except continued breath? It's only everything that isn't death.