The old wooden shed
It knows no inhabitants
Except you and me
And so we enter
Lock the door, contain the shame
It is ours to bear
Prepare to receive
Think: Where will we go to today?
Open the entrance
Hands meet endowments
The chamber meets its master
The air knows new sound
The flu****ng heating
Struggle for mutual goal
Reward is worth it
And then its over
Walls stained with image and voice
Will not be the same
Into the sunlight
Bright without yet dark within
Apt analogy
Is this thing a sin?
Covert joining in the dark?
It does not matter
Walking and watching
Mind and spirit yet hunger
Wait for tomorrow
