Not to say I am a god
But what if we all were?
A god or goddess of our own lives
Our own destinies set out in our hands
We all have our own abilities
Our special things, that make us unique
But what if we were all human?
Each of us feeble and weak
What if we were all just ducks?
Or scarecrows made of straw?
What if we were all pinnacles of luck?
Or all quickest on the draw?
This god would be one of mercy
A being of pure forgiveness
Never would I cast anyone aside
Or settle for anything less
For aren't we all worth a second chance?
Just between us gods,
And couldn't we all do with one do-over
if all of us were clods?