The Creator

One might say it was a void
But it evaporated before my eyes
I lived a lie ahead of time
The void was a cluster in disguise

I broke the cluster with an outraged wink
It smashed into billions of tiny pieces
And there was fear, and there was light
and there were mammas
and microscopic aunties and nieces
I am the creator

In the palm of my hand
I held the spirit of the forest
I was to protect its flame
But the sparks burnt my fingers badly
And I crushed it out of fear
I've become who I punish, sadly
Yet I was the first one here
I am the traitor

Of all mistakes that I have made
I prefer the first
I've let the leech of thought drink my childlike blood
and it died of rotten thirst.
And the devil's ringtone woke my children up
I couldn't set the damn alarm
I kept thinkin' bout it 'round and round
As the flea of doubt held back my arm
I am the victim

On one hill there was a woman
Who's skin I've felt on mine
She had a smile and a greenhouse
And a hundred bottles of wine
And in her smile, I saw a child
And in her greenhouse, I heard a song
I've let her slip, I've let her slide
Evaporate before my eyes
I lived a lie ahead of time
The woman was my story in disguise

I am the creator
I am the traitor
I am the victim
I am the paper
On which I write