Sometimes I wonder,
if what I write becomes reality?
In some distant universe my blunder
But if that is the case,
then what happens when I erase?
Am I a god of time in that distant realm,
doing what I please when I take the helm?
Am I feared? Am I loved?
Or am I unknown?
A distant memory, fearfully shoved,
from sight for the things I have sown?
But does that mean,
that I am also a creator?
Are those worlds to be seen,
there because of me as a benefactor?
Or did they already exist?
Did I overwrite their purpose?
Are they as lost as we are in the mist?
Perhaps I should never have found purchase.
Perhaps I am an end.