Right Add comments There is a tightrope of rules Riddled with ‘musts, oughts and shoulds’. An addiction to being ‘right’, Creating a hopeless imbalance. If one is ‘right’ the default is ‘wrong’ And every conviction sways On that fault line, seeking To influence and be understood. 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. 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. Bookmark on Delicious Digg this post Share on Facebook share via Reddit Share with Stumblers Tweet about it Subscribe to the comments on this post Tell a friend Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your Comment Name (required) E-mail (required) URI Anti-Spam CAPTCHA - Please do the sum six − 5 =