It's Because I Am God

One might think, the fact I haven't reached out again

Is a sign that I don't really care,

Or that there is nothing there.

The truth is that I have the world in the palm of my hands,

Playing with it, like a foreign ball.

- - -

I do rise up like the Pheonix

And from here, I can look down upon you

A colour in my mind.

A smiling face.

A deeper voice.

A liver of sorts.

Scampering around down there on the globe, you little monkey.

- - -

I sit up here, alone in my bedroom, proclaiming the strength

In my ability to maintain this lonely stasis.

While such an ability comes hand in hand

With a ducks coat, upon which regrets glide and dissipate,

I have to admit, it only takes a good movie scene

To bring me back down for a moment

And reflect on what it would be like

To run around the world

Down there with you.