A Set of Loose Correlations

I can not tell you anything that will change you But you can make it your own so you can tell yourself It won't make much sense now since it is not yet time But sooner or later you will find that the time has come Either way I am in trepidation for feeling like Mr. Pilate A crowd watches well conditioned as I wash my hands in water The records show me having gone to bed with quiet eyes closing I wonder about clever mothers who raise their children They say the offspring get their intellect from her My thoughts wander on to mothers who have no insight And I am left with a palette ranging from smart to stupid As with enlightenment it matters little but for virtue I become quiet when I think of the effects of malnutrition There is much damage and case for pity in this causal place I have taken my own look at all of these things and I am baffled Your ultimate song plays through your children but they might be evil I have disdain for wisdom as she makes within me the house of mourning I wash my hands again but this time thankfully there is no crowd here Both you and me like to think along lines and to then feel all certain That the small steps was worth making in order to cross the vastness But I have seen how what we are made out of is nothing but references It is not commendable in any way to write yourself off to slander The question is how could you be blamed for being conditioned How to be able to uncondition yourself by means of an open mind Long years have shut your eyes fast to a very deep slumber How about those people who never had the time to find their eyes To see the man over there by his lonesome self cleaning the street To realize that in the current moment passed the smallest man is ours

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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