There Aren’t Many Things

To do, when there is nothing at all

No four walls, no stars, no trees to gaze upon.

They all existed in an imaginative mind

With no name.

Boredom is what happened, here,

Not that anyone knew what it was,

Not that anyone was there to name it,

Not that anyone existed to care.

Love is what happened. I enjoyed it.

I liked the colors, the stars, the Earth.

I really liked the Earth. I was inspired by myself.

I created Human.

Humans were wonderful, honestly

The idea to think and create freely was brilliant,

if I do say so myself.

They made. They lived. They thought.

I sat back and relaxed while lifetimes passed,

While they had ideas, and ideas from old ideas, 

While they named everything, while they

Built themselves and co-existed with my other things.

Darkness painted around a bright light,

Sprinkle a little of what they called 'white'

Stars. They studied them, the patterns I made,

Saw their own.

I loved Human. Some Humans loved me.

Some Humans hated me.

All Humans blamed me

but I only gave them the ball. 

Then it was their roll.