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    The Free Course
    by Berton Braley

    Not mine the track of a star in space
        Which must keep to its course on high
    With never a chance for a swifter pace
        Or a romp in the vasty sky;

    Though the star be safe and the star hold true
        would rather be wholly free
    To run amuck in the heavenly blue,
        So--the comet's course for me,

    To leap in leaps of a billion miles
        'Mid the stars of the milky way,
    And to play hop skotch through the stellar aisles
        In a boisterous mood of play!

    If I were a star I would quickly tire
        Of a path that was fixed and tame,
    And I'd whoop through space with a tail of fire
        And burst in a flare of flame!

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