What do you mean by telling me: Move On?
Am I to stop belabouring your ears
with truths of which you’re wholly in denial
or arguments which crumble you to tears?

Are you accepting that I’ve made my point
yet withal you’re determined to ignore?
And with your will irrevocably frozen
I must not try confusing you the more?

Move On – a phrase so patently compelling!
The image of the hero fighting back
though nature and humanity collude
in felling trees across his chosen track.

In which precise direction is the On
towards which I am to Move with ardour keen?
Which compass point is it of the four –
spare the infinitude of ways between?