Looking to a ceiling I wonder to my world,
Is it wrong to open my legs for him,
Take him into me and open to moral fear,
I close my eyes in haste for the answer,
Talk not of I lay with another man,
Consequence is ordered, for ecstasy and men.

Why do you have these second doubts?
Where do fears spring from?
Are they from the teachings of society?
Or is something genuine, trying to speak?
Has it always been like this in life?
Think back all to your youth, in class,
Perhaps the answers lay’s in the past.

Comedy and intellect the bind of warring souls,

They’ll be opposite even on leaving this earth,
Secrets stay hidden and always bubbling,
Yet sense, feeling and pride stilled at birth.

Though I disagree with the situation,
Judgment is not my position.
I can’t say what’s right or wrong,
Only what I know is true in my heart.
Your life is yours alone to live,
Differences aside, we are both human.

© Copyright 2011 Thomas Fitzgerald.
Written together by Thomas Fitzgerald and Henry Scott Christiansen.

“A combination of myself and Henry Scott Christiansen, two writers who are, well let’s face it, at odds with each other and just about everything. I enjoyed the experience and work.” – Thomas