The symmetry of the soul is lost on me
There are no straight lines between
Right and wrong
It is asymmetry
That leads me to conclude
Morality exists above the laws
Attainable only to the few that understand
Truth is a prelude
Or a lovely ode
Dissonant in its ever changing nature
To the point that it alludes
Even the holiest codes
As I sit here on my throne
And consider this crooked reality
Never to be certain
Philosophy is my home
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It is through uncertainty
Where we certainly
Feel alive enough
To ask the question
Why?