There is a tightrope of rules
Riddled with ‘musts, oughts and shoulds’.
An addiction to being ‘right’,
Creating a hopeless imbalance.
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If one is ‘right’ the default is ‘wrong’
And every conviction sways
On that fault line, seeking
To influence and be understood.
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I am neither right nor wrong
I just ‘am’, warts and all,
And be it my fault or flaw
This is my song for an audience of One.
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So I return to the crevice
Of the hand that formed me,
Trusting the conviction that His rightness
Will influence me as I tarry a while here.