There is no shelter in you anywhere. - Edna St. Vincent Millay

"Travel"

The railroad track is miles away,
And the day is loud with voices speaking,
Yet there isn’t a train goes by all day
But I hear its whistle shrieking.

All night there isn’t a train goes by,
Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming,
But I see its cinders red on the sky,
And hear its engine steaming.

My heart is warm with friends I make,
And better friends I’ll not be knowing;
Yet there isn’t a train I wouldn’t take,
No matter where it’s going.

Please give me some good advice in your next letter. I promise not to follow it.

I know, but I do not approve. And I am not resigned.