I Am God

God made us life

Life made us memories

Memories make us forget

And forgetting makes us sick

And being sick makes us die

And God made us to die

God never said how or when or why

And we’ll never know until it’s our turn

Still then we won’t know

Like we’re put in a system; the survival of the fittest, best result wins

Or whatever it is, it is tiring

It is blue as it is yellow, or black or red

And I’m blind; I saw too much

Maybe things I wasn’t meant to

And I’m deaf; I heard too much

Maybe things I was meant to

And I’m dead; I lived too little

I worried too much

Maybe things I was and wasn’t meant to

And the more I know the sadder it feels to be here

Where nothing seems like anything

Where pictures are never the same

Where movements are stagnant, are monotone

But everything is the same

But everything is different

But everything is me

But everything is no one

But I am my own God

But God is not me

Because I am forgetful and God can’t be

Because I am sick and God will never be

And I want to die but God should exist

Unless there’s another one

Tell me, there’s another God

Tell me, there’s a God

Tell me, so I can leave

Peacefully, in my dreams