To Each One His Own

Whether I choose this one road Or the other, Or whether I decide to go left Or right, Or even to stay awake at night To admire stars And to slumber during the day time It should not matter To anyone else As long as I harm and hurt none! The way I choose to act Springs from the attributes That are inscribed upon my soul, Having been given to me By this one power Made of subtle essence That it can be perceived not By our range of vision and thought! And in the same way That I act, I know, that so shall the rest of the world So, Who am I, Or who is anyone else To deem it worthy To point fingers and to be judgmental When Someday We shall all swivel As blindly as moths do Towards some blinding light Which shall be our mirror Bidding us to understand That we had all been the same essence On Earth even if we inhabited Different bodies!