One side of an imagined conversation [ballad]
I tend toward a crisis mentality
(remarked the merry minstrel on his cell)
does crisis demonstrate conventionality?
chaotic quest in search of all-is-well?
while crisis can foreclose creative thinking
a bunkered mode of fatalistic fear
it equally might push the mind all blinking
toward novel ways that land one in the clear
but anyway (he added) how are you?
I hear you plan to travel in the fall
it's critical I think that you should do
some fresh report to entertain us all
my eyes are peeled to see (he thus concluded)
whatever you discover in the yonder
in life the depth of life remains occluded
on this account we minstrels love to ponder