Wouldn’t you prefer it?
In lieu
Of a boisterous milieu
When the world sinks into madness
Escape into its fold
A magical hold
Magnetizing the young and the old
Enticing the artist and the creative soul
Invigorating ‘em
Thus spake William Hazlitt
Nor do I seek …
In gentle measure
Acts like a balm
Prolonged
Do much harm.
