Brock - Turner - )

I am the creator of this universe

The wind of time is blowing through me

And it's all moving relative to me,

It's a figment of my mind

In a world that I designed

Charged with cosmic energy

Has the world gone mad or is it me

I am the centre of this universe

And all that it was meant to be

So that we might learn to see this foolishness

that lives in us

And stupidity that we must suss

How to banish from our minds

If you call this living I must be blind