The Muse, musing on a boundary.
It was always meant to keep people out, not everyone, there is a door of course, one I’ve locked up tight and hidden away the key.
I built it stone by stone, piece by piece with my own two hands and it’s served its purpose well.
I’ve made a home behind this wall, where it’s comfortable, safe, and warm.
The only way in is to be invited, and sometimes even then, I may ask my guests to leave.
It’s quiet here, so very quiet here, sometimes it is too quiet here.