Oh, Goddess of fantasies
Goddess of dreams
does your soul ache from all of the worlds you carry
does it hurt to know you're stuck in reality
you create and create
world after world
person after person
and yet, when you open your eyes you will come to see it was all a lie
the world you ran to
the people you chase after
none of it's real
that is the curse of being a god
with every world you create
with every person you conjure
you will forever be stuck as an observer
you can never cross the line into the vibrant worlds you create
you only purpose is to create them
never to be a part of them
you fall in love with your people
you fall in love with all those places
but the truth stays unmistakably cold and harsh
you aren't a part of it
you never will be
you can run from the truth
you can run from your destiny
but this is the reality of being a god
Almighty one, tell me
what will you now do with the truth?
will you continue to delude yourself with your fantasies
or will you toss them aside and face the world in front of you
I for one know which one you will choose
I'm sure you know the answer too
(Sorry if this isn't good. This is my first attempt at trying to writing poetry)
