Some lessons you just can’t teach;
Some people can’t be taught.
A great man fears most what’s inside;
That one’s good deeds are misbegot.
How many times can they hear no
Before you’re cleaning them at the door?
No one is vulnerable til you know them well;
Pride is confused for strength and otherwise.
Can a bright light still mean a single thing
To the blind and ignorant?
Does it stay open to the ones who want
To twist it up into a fit?
How do we measure our own worth
In this crazy modern abstract world?
When do we find ourselves resting at peace
When does our spirit come unfurled?