Building a thought castle,

Like you would by the shore.

There you work with sand,

Less malleable, are thoughts.

One I envision, the other I see.

Both I can create, the master in me.

Though they are far apart,

In my mind, they can be one.

O for a brush and canvas

That I may paint what my mind sees.

Words would then be thoughts

Placed where everyone can see.

Writer or painter, the world is my canvas.

I can choose the medium best suited,

To express the thoughts that come to me,

And let the world determine its worth.