I have a code of ethics,
Everything that I am and ever will be,
All that I’ve learned and can’t be taught,
Things that I’ve flexed to fit in myself,
I want to fuse them together into a tapestry,
Useless metaphors.
It’s impossible to summarize it,
The whole of any being is too complex to fit,
That’s what’s terribly great,
To have too much to say and not say it,
Paradox.
I need and don’t want,
I help and don’t hurt,
I dream and don’t sleep,
I do everything and nothing,
Philosophy.
We’re good and bad,
It’s perfectly alright to have differences,
Don’t hurt others for them,
We have too much to gain from learning ourselves,
Acceptance.
Since this is a restricted poem I can’t continue and I wouldn’t want to,
Not because of the work, but of my code of ethics