I, fine constructor, built these walls to keep me away from the rest of the world, and now, the more I dig to find myself, the more I find emptiness around me.
But I, fine constructor, built walls even inside here, to keep my inner self safe from me, like a priceless treasure you are afraid to reach as you know it would become a drug and change you completely.
And I, fine constructor, made a maze with a secret door, to keep my demons under lock.
Now that my chase, my joy and challenge are all safely put away, I wonder what's left?