Thought Control

Thinking is like riding a fickle train You know that you think bad things sometimes Unholy things that you know you shouldn't Alas, this awareness brings you to blasphemy Furthermore you are guilty before you know it And suddenly you are to be held accountable The best thing you could do is to lose Your train of thought and look outside The cabin window to see the fields passing By filled with wild flowers and blue skies Patched with white clouds seemingly static Going mind blank to escape the evil wheel It forces you to wonder about what you are Never mind who since your name is given You read poems of people who find themselves Witty and you scoff at their self-absorption You are in control and can stop the train Whenever you want, but you know this is a lie There are other passengers upon this train You stick your hand in your jacket pocket To make sure your ticket is still there Right where you left it, where it should be Where you need it for when the conductor comes You visualize the destination on it printed Finding it there comforts you of your sanity You bring your right hand to your left wrist Checking the time, you wonder where you might be And your mind wanders again to why you are going Who is waiting and what it might be like Since the last time you went visiting there Much must have changed since last you've been Then again you hope for some things to be the same It seems like you must have at least two voices Speaking inside of your conversational little head You wonder about who will get the upper hand first Once again and then you worry about your baggage

CuldeSac

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

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