I created the universe because I was ALL, alone.
I had nothing so I what I needed was a home.
I watch what I’ve created but do not interfere
Though my creations drown in ugliness and fear.
I created a game where the players make the rules.
And cheat on them so often so it seems
Those rules were made for them to just pretend
They are above what they most often are.
So far from me though I long to be among them
But they are the immovable object unstoppable Me
Cannot help, but only see.
I sometimes feel like Abbott and Costello got
Me more than priests and rabbis do.
I wonder who I am, do you?