I want to tell a creation story
Where out of nothing comes everything
Out of me flows life
And positivity
From a cavern, from a soul
That feels empty.
A young man
Asserts in his mind
That he will reach the heights
Unknown by those around him
And he hopes
And prays
For love
So he creates this Person
Out of nothing
Out of intangible things and higher principles
And is all things
For all people
In a selfish attempt
To fill that void.
He looks at the void
And thinks "Is this good?"
Evening comes, and morning came
Everyday.
Cavernous space
Is my Human Race
Is my Creation Story
