I am God

I Am God

I am God
When I wield my pencil
The scepter of the heavens
Creating worlds, universes
And people
All crafted from simple lead

And that is not all
My pencil can do
With it I can control
Everything, every move
Made by every atom
In the universe
With it friendships are made
With it nemesis’ are forged
With it lovers meet
And with it hearts of courage die

Yes when I wield my pencil
I am God
I can do whatever I want
Ride free on wings of gold
Dive deep with fins of amber
And walk on metal legs
With the power to do whatever I want

But being God
Is not all fun and games
For there are people
In these worlds I create
Who need care
And a story
That needs feeding
And sometimes one
Must make a sacrifice
One does not want to make

For when I am God
I also see the pain of the world
When I am God
I find myself staring
As battles are lost
As friendships are tossed
As people are hurt
As hands slip out of other hands, gone...
As their loved ones burn
To be lost in ashes on the wind
All for the sake
Of the story

Yes I am God
When I write
But only until my pencil
Runs out of lead
For perhaps a mere mortal
Should not yet be made a god