All creation cries at me--
"Taste! See! Hear!"-- too much, too much!
Bewildered, a child at a carnival,
A character in a Victorian novel:
Too many roller coasters, too many subplots
To be involved in them all. I must choose.
What have I left undone, unsaid?
So many people to love--
Am I missing anyone?
--But enough. Robert Frost
Has already written this poem (except his is much better),
And I'm only here for a while. One can't do everything.