Have not my breath taken yet, ere I'm done,
Around the temple I walk, with no rest
Those who have found a way in, have won
I feel silence approaching my loud chest.
In circles I stride searching for a door,
Beseeching each and every passing soul
Even the stones of the walls and the floor
I urge, but earless and blind they pass all.
Of what can I think save a place to hide
Away from the wrath of my own deeds,
When my soul is called, and I'm still outside
Then I'll be consumed by my own needs.
All at once, everyone is gazing at me
When a bright door in, my eyes do see
