And if I should awake some day to find
My dreams spread out like sheets of poetry
Discarded, unread; workings of a mind
That leaped and fell at every boundary

Then what can I say but at least I tried
To keep my aim upon the truer course
And if at times I wandered to the side
I'll not add lie on lie with sham remorse

For after midnight hours with Holy Books
And a century of yogic disciplines
I'll still fall to me knees when some girl looks
And drink the night away with dearest friends