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?