to my muse

I’m going into hiding
Not show myself around,
Find a place confining
Somewhere that is bound,
I try to look smarter
If it comes to your surprise,
a good discussion starter
but that won’t just suffice,
unlike some other creatures
born out into this world,
who have the sweetest features
that make your toes get twirled,
you dwarf my old reality
through sweetness and delight,
the source of congeniality
the muse for which I write.