Executive function is simply acting in accordance with the laws of karma. Or so it seems to me at this moment.
You can cruise around your sundrenched town
With the radio up and the windows down
Run a stop light or pop a beer
Til the red lights flash in the rear view mirror.
You think you live to cross the line
Just take the ticket and pay your fine.
Cause and Effect. Laws you must respect
You can’t lock the door or build a wall
When Karma comes to call.
Since the universe began
These rules aren’t made by the hand of man.
From molecules to the galaxy
To the gravity in you and me
Sure as Newton’s apple falls
Here’s the writing on the walls.
I have thought I was past the reach of karma’s golden crown
But you can’t cheat the dealer, or stare eternity down
It goes tap tap. Knock knock.
Then it bursts the fucking lock.
You can’t walk on water but you can float across
You can build a bridge of love or loss
The dam breaks and the tide rolls in
You can call it fate or you can call it sin.
It’s not punishment or grace
Just justice with a deadpan face
© Stuart Stotts 2017