Creation is the greatest and most powerful gift.
Mold me from scratch,
Indent into my figure,
Applique to my humanity.
You did this, but
It's my turn now.
No, I won't create like You:
I cannot breathe life into my creations, nor can I
Firmly grasp it and feel every smooth caress of
Fine, shiny hair or
Soft, plump flesh (I can smell the dew of a new morrow).
I am not quite as capable, but
I'll be just as close.
I will generate spirit, beliefs, foundations, and
With swift flicks of able, warm hands.
I will create worlds and fables
To show the World
Reality and Fantasy.
I will fly as close to the sun and
Relish each fleeting second I...
To the sea.
(It will be my tears that drown me - My tears that fill the sea.)