I thought I was all-powerful, until I found out how eye-opening the world could be;
I thought I was brilliant as Dell, but the Law, tough as well.
I hated it, I never wanted it, yet I was pushed into it;
It was scary: my sound sleep left me;
I persisted, too many years had it kept me;
My books, my notes, the cases, the statutes, the Constitutional provisions, all became nightmares;
I couldn’t sleep for more than a third hour: yet I felt I had ‘the power’;
I was apotheosized: my image was enlarged over its size;
The outsider knelt when I stood: this he never understood;
The Grundnorm Theory was my Goosebumps story.
My food became a scarecrow, I couldn’t even finish a spring roll;
Oh Law! Why did you downplay my potential?
Oh Lord! Why did you leave me unsubstantial?
Oh Law! Oh Lord!! Where was my breathing space?
I struggled to find my niche,
ALL IN THE NAME OF THE LAW!
I came; I thought; I saw…
ALL IN THE NAME OF THE LAW.