To everything a person does,
Then all wrongdoings would be little,
And that would be robust.
I’ve travelled a long journey,
And back here is where I stand,
The border of what makes one holy,
Or what makes a human, a man.
Why is it wrong when it feels so right,
When the will and gut feelings allows so,
But the head and heart is in a fight,
Complicated, thats the way it goes
Is all that I can say, however absurd
every single bit of it