I wove myself a citadel of words,

Built barricades with "should", and "would", "maybe",

Taught so long ago: words to protect me

Learnt from observation: the human herds

That are so fond of isolating words.

I'd let you in for but for a dreamer's fee,

But then my barricade'd be knocked free

And my solitude would be observed.

Though your smile should be so inviting

And you tempt us with blissful company,

Say I for the path of my protection:

'Though fortress mine, your inner bells do ring

And the loves who'd meet you yet are many

Your walls are too stiff for acclimation.'

(A/N: 'Nother mediocre sonnet. 'Nuff said.)