Come with me
Let me show you a place
Where actions do mean
Their projected fate
And in this place
Things are what they seem
No black, white, grey
No space in between
Where one word spoken
Can define them all
Where a person’s a person
No matter how small
A land we can live in
Without expectation
Without limit
Void of exaggeration
And in this place
There’s a golden rule
Do unto others
And to thyself, be cruel
Expect not a thing
Of your frivolous peers
For supply and demand
Is no cause for fears
Of what you may reap
And what you might sow
Where kindness may creep
To a fellow below
Arise in this place
And let us be
Together
In ambivalent anarchy.