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.