Groveling in his past mistakes
A vagabond helplessly searches
For direction and forgiveness
To absolve and adjudicate
His past wrong doing
He confessed to a priest
Who let him know he was eschewed
He said " Forgive me father for I know not what to do"
" My son" replied the priest with much valor and pride " I could tell you anything but I can't guarantee you'll like it or abide by it.

Your moral compass is lacking
Let's start there
You're living in an ostracized planet
Where no one can care
Your morals are allegory of a life lived in want
Your ethics and your standards of life won't assuage the need for self growth"

" So you're saying that in order to gain the fecundity in life I wish to see I need to stick to my morals and let anyone change me, never yield to learning on life's sequestered journey”

“ Well, now you’re starting to get it”