Four worlds that live in my mind,
strange lands of a different kind.
Three are visions that reside in me,
the forth is a stark reality.
A world of paint and colours bright,
even shades of black at night.
A world of words that fill my pages,
changing with a life of various stages.
A world of wood that carves and creates,
transforming trees into various states.
A world of reality to be lived and defined,
by all that I choose to leave behind.