Ethic

Follow my voice, 
follow me home,
cover me with candles to keep you warm,
dance like you are your favourite joke,
work like money was never invented,
like you never knew what it was to be poor,
or how terrible it was to be rich,
dare, if you dare, to live with what you share,
carry those who fall behind,
it makes it easy to push them over the edge,
cynical only in private with the warmth of foul feet,