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