First Take

I have spent a lifetime looking for clever answers Simply because they are well rewarded by society When I look back I am happy to see I was a monkey Not because I revel in the savage notion of progress But for the reason that it enabled me to escape The locks and chains written by the bars of context It is ironic that one should be bound by placement By becoming aware of the factors that condition us To not only behave in terms of pleasure and pain But to build the framework of our minds accordingly For when one should make the connection in causes This becomes the method according to which we think At ripe age the process of maturation comes to an end And so as I sit within the body of the final product I understand that my original state of innocence Takes precedence over this clutter I have gathered For where and what I am is nothing but a notion Upon completion I find out what there truly is It is a state of questioning that manifests in us When our hands are idle we work in the house of fear For we find ourselves responsible for our condition And this like a vicious circle feeds back upon itself We have silly pinnacles like that of fostering children Forgetting what Solomon asks concerning good sons or bad And so I would like to implore the reader to reassess All of the things he concerns the matters of production When he makes what he thinks to be solid conclusions For when he delves deep enough he finds that human wisdom In the highest form of all that it can ever hope to muster Breaks down to nothing more than a tiny voice that whispers

CuldeSac

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

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