I set my own rules
Long ago on a waist-high pedestal
I stood on a perch
Gave rise to law of earth
Days passed where that law couldn’t have been clearer
Rule of earth was my mirror
Ill-fated days, still I lived without blame
I found grace in the fate
All that stood still,
For stillness was all that would await
On the dawn of ill fate
I conjured dusk in the same
Resting on restless twilight in disgrace
I stood there a decade
Let awash all humor away
All the joy that made the pain
Like a paused tape
But the film went on
A decade without dawn
Still night, no right, no wrong
In the absence of all, an ethic is called
In that reckoning, comes law
Ethic is presence, ethic is will
The compassionate empathic creates his own hell
Hate seeps its mischief in one who hears his call
To care so God Damn much you don’t care at all
To be left to devices one has no will to use
I’m ill to refute
To respite in dispute
In his last attempt at humanity
The ramifications of insanity
Are to heed its call
I am one with earth
If I’m one, I am all
As long as I rise to the ethic of Her Law