Poetry By
C.B. Anderson
Published on: 12/22/2015
Depraved Indifference
One fancies that it's possible to be As disengaged an arbiter as Pontius Pilate, who washed his hands and failed to see Eventualities beyond his conscious Review; that many pleasant feelings would Arise from learning we were born to please Ourselves, intemperance the greatest good; Or that the tender caps of bended knees Should never dent the surface of the ground. But benefits of vagrant dreams are slight Compared to what pragmatic pilgrims found, Who dared to venture forward toward the light. When harbored thoughts resemble idle chatter The notion of a purpose doesn't matter.
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