a place we call...

the doors are so heavy here
trying to keep us in, keeping us out?
trying to keep us safe, from what? the world - perhaps

the walls here are made of stone
of brick, of wood, made by man, made by hand
to shelter us from the raging storm on the other side

the pillars that hold everything together
the pillars of life - meant to hold everything in place
forever standing, forever still

these are our foundations
their foundations - the worlds