What do you want?
I want to know…
About what?
About what makes you you!
Biology, social, or God?
My God, if you do not know the hidden key within, how can I find the meaning of your soul?
Take the hidden key and turn it in the mouth of your soul, and therein lies the answer.
I have no soul. I am a shell, blown hollow by the winter’s rage.
Take the shell, out of winter’s rage, inside cabin’s warmth. Above the fireplace, there stands a pot, where water boils. Put the shell within, as the heat opens the mouth.
I cannot say my soul’s desire for fleshed it is by cabin’s fire.
by Zak Esterson and Celine Berghmans
