I sit here
staring out
the window

a lonely tree
in front of
me

It's in the
staring

that one
finds
freedom

I'm going to
pray

Not for you
and
Not for me

I'm going to
pray

You see
It hurts
When I
pray

It takes
every last
breath
to say

I'm going to
pray

I try to
hold you
in my
hand

but
you sift through
like
sand

the wind
catches
you

in the
back
ground
the ocean
presses
against the
shore

sand
foam
broken
shells

and thou

Socks, shoes and
feet
Where they bring
me
Thou shall speak

Soul
Who are you
Who
Thou shall we
meet

I alone am
I
Alone whom else
Who
There's so many

And
There's I alone
Shall
We walk again

Socks, Shoes and
Feet

This out-side
empty shell

It's not always
what it seems
to be, seriously

I blaspheme
It roars inside me
like an angry
bear

And who, what and where

that's sacred

Always mind those creaking
doors