I believe I am a god and the world is mine
A mere pawn in the great scheme
For the sun is but a secondary center.
I can see all of your sins, your flaws
Your greatness and potential
the scars and wounds, innate power within.
And I can sense the tidal waves, moving earth and dust
As clouds curl and unfurl in the messy sky
And the molten continues to cool.
The clatter of a rifle, the stench of a cake
A car zooms just past, a doppler effect
And concrete is still so rough.
If I wanted to, I could change the world
For better or worse, the mountains would travel
As if they had legs.
The rain would part and gather
And peace would forever be won
Or forever lost–I do not know.
But fate is much smarter than I, much wiser
For time is finite for us, but seems much longer for her
And she knows the arrogance.
It is quite easy to imagine, but all of them,
War, peace, fate, death, wealth, sin, love, fear
They will laugh upon the dying breath.
Knowledge is not infinite, even as data is
And life will have no satisfaction
Not even from a poem such as this.