everyone wants their own God
to tuck them in at night.
everyone wants their own angel
to sing them a sweet lullaby
everyone wants their own priest
to tell them a bed time story.
playing God in your dream world,
you pull the wool blankets up over your eyes,
and cushion your head on an ignorant pillow.
what a cozy bed you've made
to lie in, to tuck yourself into
when God's reality leaves you uncovered.
