I am, not
I sit her today wondering what to saywhat words to write, what rhymes to make
what new world shall I create
A world of joy a world of peace
A world of sorrow and misery
A world of fear and darkened minds
A world of tears and hearts left behind
A world of fantasy where childhood lasts
A world of of void where it all collapse
but on this day I think perhaps
I shall not play God
For I am not good at it
he is much better
and more than able to make it stable
so that it will spin on its axis
I cannot do that I haven't the skill
and even if I did how would I hold it still
you see the universe why it is much to big
and this world is nothing but a twig
it fell from a grand tree
one much to tall for me
and so I think I'll let it be, no I am not creator
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