I might forget ambition and the hunger for success. <br />I might forget the passion to escape from nothingness. <br />I might forget the curious dreams of ecstasy that haunt <br />My fancy day and night. I might forget them. But I can't. <br /> <br />If I could let the pen alone and leave the inkstand dry, <br />And forego perpetual effort to be climbing, climbing high, <br />And lay aside my mad designs to startle and enchant, <br />I might enjoy the sweet of common living. But I can't. <br /> <br />I might be just a Philistine, and eat, and drink, and sleep, <br />And drive a dusty motor and pile money in a heap, <br />And let the stream of life run through my brain and be forgot. <br />If I did, I might be happier. I might—and I might not.<br /><br />Gamaliel Bradford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-might-and-i-might-not/
