Don’t scratch at my heart,
I sealed its doors,
and all its crevices
with a swathe of purpose.

Don’t engulf my thoughts,
I built them strong,
with the clay of meanings,
under yesterday’s sun.

Don’t pierce into
my simple hopes,
I locked them safely
in a box of mirth.

Don’t enter my dreams,
I gave in to their absurdity,
with a promise to seek
what they ask of me.