My Creed

Rise at 6, sleep at 8,

Create some art, defeat your fate.  

14 lines long, get the meter right, 

Appease Apollo, the god of blight. 

Rise when you like, or don't sleep at all, 

Dance with ecstasy, or indulge in a brawl. 

Let emotions overpower, let muses be your guide,

Succumb to the Dionysian chaos, take everything in your stride. 

The world is full of order, for every act there is a cause, 

Let the society sanction what is good, let there be proper laws.

The world is chaotic and absurd- and still all is preordained,  

Let my instincts make me prosper, even as my passions leave me drained.

Two wolves live inside me, one Dionysian, the other Apollo's breed, 

Whom to feed is a tricky question, isn't impartiality my creed?