It’s 7:09 am.
Sitting in the classroom,
Like every day before.
As I drain my Vault in a few gulps,
And my friend beside me
Sips at his coke,
I say to him,
“I have decided
That I have commitment
Issues.”

He looks at me,
Through slanted
Disapproving eyes,
And in a harsh tone, says
“What?”

“It’s not that I don’t believe in love,
Nor that I don’t want love,
Nor that I don’t want a relationship.”
I respond,
Taking the last drink of soda.
“I just don’t see myself
In a working relationship,
So I don’t even bother really trying.”

Shockingly, he raises his voice.

“No, no, no. That’s not what I meant.
What makes you,
Think so highly of yourself,
That you could just decide,
On something like that?
What makes you god?”


Taken aback,
Surprised more by the speaker
Than the actual words.
I silently think
Why of course I’m not god
I don’t create rainbows on command.
Obviously I don’t make miracles
But it is my mind
and my world…
So what keeps me from being
God in there?

The bell rings,
Not an old time bell like in the movies
Just a recording to draw focus back on class.
While I sit in the back of class,
Experimenting with my new-found powers
Inside my own little dream world