Ground rules are the guidelines
    Shouted from the sidelines
    To make our wildness tame …
    As if life were just a game

    Ground rules are echoes past
    Lessons that are meant to last
    To lead us through safe doors …
    As if life obeys our laws

    Ground rules are our protection
    From the fear of love’s rejection
    To give us places to hide …
    As if life can be denied

    Ground rules are our choices
    Whispered by inner voices
    To keep our feet on track …
    As if life would turn it’s back

    Ground rules are habits worn
    Like clothes since we are born
    To curtail our whims and wishes …
    As if life were not capricious

    Ground rules are the reply
    Of those who cannot fly
    To the beat of freedom’s wing …
    As if life weren’t born to sing

    — Wayne Visser