Creator
The power to create, given to me by my creator
In every dream a scene, in every mind a theatre
What lies in my palm if not a psalm?
Calmly building bridges over waters and ridges.

Instead of building widgets, wasting motion with fidgets.
I write on dark nights, when my thoughts are stark
Right when inhibition has faded
And my mental is sated.

I create to put my symbol in minds of influentials
The men who have the potential
To make difference.  The great Pippens
The team players that make the star seem greater.

They understand their power as creators.