Kiss a lover, Dance a measure, Find your name And buried treasure. Face your life, It's pain, It's pleasure, Leave no path untaken.

The lines read like an incantatory set of imperatives—an exhortation to live expansively and without undue caution. The sequence moves from intimacy and joy (“Kiss a lover,” “Dance a measure”) to self-discovery and adventure (“Find your name / And buried treasure”), then to an unsentimental acceptance of experience in full (“Face your life, / It’s pain, / It’s pleasure”). The closing command, “Leave no path untaken,” frames life as a landscape of choices where regret is avoided not by certainty but by willingness: to love, to risk, to seek, and to endure. The rhyme and rhythm reinforce the sense of a charm or blessing meant to be remembered and acted upon.