In ponderment there was delving A desire to know but never ask There is no danger in exposing, only learning Learning it was someone who’s name you heard They can say it, what happens A need to escape the mindwrappings Here it’s only guilt and a bigot’s chance to shine Theirs and those who are guilty At least they think so Every moment a dull sting Maybe more of an urge, a pull to a higher plain Only to be beaten down again for the sake of climbing higher Not theirs, theirs. The pious. The same, the same, everyone There’s only guilt and guilty disguised Maybe I’ll move to New York