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