Maybe, that's who I am ?
May my words fly,
to high and lands far away
For this world could never lend me its grounds
To ever build my fortresses
May my words travel,
to all the planes of multiverses
Allowing me to lay the foundations
Weaving each Word into a Poem
Bringing equilibrium
And may it all be only in my imagination
But now, I have emerged as a Poet.
Or so the world decided to dearly call me
For what my words have carved
were not merely palaces for me to live in
But great poems for people to dwell in.
And now, I wonder
if to call myself a poet.
Or a warrior.
And I ponder
if to live inside those walls
that I so dearly made
Or to wander
For many more such to be created.
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