How do I make decisions? Sometimes with some stress.
That’s because when I make them, they are right or wrong.
But, who then makes that judgment? Does anyone know?
Right and wrong are each concepts evasive, although
When I take life at ease and just carry along
With a pure heart, there’s nothing I need to confess.

My exam paranoia I could deal with first.
Many levels of conflict in life I can make.
And in living that way, I’m reluctant to move.
If I make a mistake, others will disapprove.
Should I err, then in joyfulness, I shall partake
Of the most gracious lesson and not be accursed.

Those who think they are right fairly much of the time
May well turn into tyrants who dictate what’s right.
I don’t need to do right things. I need only be
In a right place with others and also with me.
For some eons, the question is used to ignite
Tribal conflict instead of the peace paradigm.

Animals are exclusive. They need boundaries.
Nature makes them that way, yet what sets us apart
Is that we are inclusive. We strive to be more
Than our limited views often leading to war.
Life for us means involvement in soul, mind and heart
With the whole of existence as we reach for keys.