Creator

Lost and unwell,

He removes deep thoughts,

From mental shelves,

Denouncing himself human,

Declaring himself God,

His declaration,

I'm.

“I no longer have an understanding,

For what being creative is.

Must it make you think?

Or can it be so clear,

It’s sitting at humanity's brink,

Next to madness and sanity,

At vanity's sink,

God...

I'm…?

God…

I'm…?

Not afraid of time,

Twice i've lost myself,

Only to find my mind,

It’s when my shoulders realigned,

I finally realized ,

I'm….

More then a wrinkle in time,

God...?

I’m…

God...?

I’m…

Stronger than you'd think,

Your armor I don’t need,

I’m here now,

You can leave,

I finally understand,

God,

I’m.