Clock in, clock out, no expression to be owned.

Clock in, clock out, helping a means to an end that I’m not sure I believe in.

Things are advancing, advancing, advancing, and not advancing towards joy. Towards the joy of creativity and soul in the art and craft we create and cherish.

And as I marvel, and build, and help advance, I am left hollow, and grey, and fiery from my surroundings with no way to express.

Clock in, clock out, but no roads lead to the temple.

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The temple is forgotten, and decrepit, and left to rot from a series of mistakes.

Clock in, clock out, the temple is left to rot.

The temple rots for good reason, for bad reason, for reasons escaping me with the passing times.

Graduation gave inspiration. A pocket of time to express.

The temple was beautiful, built, lived in.

Clock in, clock out, the temple is left to rot.

Every advancement, every moment of creative joy is a reminder of the temple. What it used to be like, what it could be again.

All roads lead to the temple.

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The temple stood for radical expression.

The temple stood for gender, for death, and afterwards.

The temple was meant to question me as much as I question myself.

Why do I create?

I create to bring delight to others.

Then why the temple? Why return to the temple, one that may not be able to delight others as much.

Because the temple is a gift, a treasure to be released into the world as something from my soul that is no longer mine to own.

All roads lead to the temple, as the temple has been on my mind for 6 years and will continue to be.

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But a building of its size is hard to maintain, it must be divided to be conquered.

But this, I feel confidence in.

But this, I feel joy and purpose in driving.

Clock in, clock out, I gain the muscles to build.

Glimmering moonlight, falling blocks, the end is nigh and I must see it through.

Soon, I will return to the temple, it decays as we all do with time.

I will rebuild its roof,

I will fix its broken windows,

and I will fill it with items and joy as I once did.

May my heart and soul not outpace my body and mind.

All roads lead to the temple, it’s time I heeded its call.