FOUR DOORS DOWN... (there is no fourth house)

four doors down from reality
is a place that only i can see
a hidden place, shown just to me
a place for me to cherish dreams
a hiding place where i escape
when my world is filled with hate
there, i am god, what i create
is perfect, free from other's taint
this world is mine, a sacred room
a safety zone when dangers loom
i choose no sun, i see no moon
only the stars, pure - free from gloom
they bear witness, for me they shine
their sentience, a gift, is mine
for i create the rays so fine
that whisper softly, i am thine
this, my home, my place, my soul
a crystal, pure, to softly hold
i cannot walk my streets of gold
i only see this world of mine
to which escape seems so sublime
reality's chains are so unkind
for the fourth door is only in my mind