But my soul is not fashioned like other men’s.
To drive in their rut I might perhaps learn:
To be untrue to myself could only lead to muddle.
Let us drink and enjoy together the wine you have brought:
For my course is set and cannot now be altered.
translated by Arthur Waley
“To drive in their rut” implies both following with compulsion and also the inability to stop following. A deadly concept. Loved the poem.
Glad you do, John.