Random Thought

I see it all happening from four stories up,
The life,
So distant and constant,
A discordant and disconcerting busy signal.
It makes me dizzy,
It makes me feel like a god.
Up here, feeling so detached from it all,
I can see the temptation,
For if I could reach down into their lives,
All those tiny lives,
I would wreak havoc upon them all.
Maybe there is no Satan.
Maybe there is only God;
Maybe He Himself plays the devil’s advocate.
Or maybe He’s just
Schizophrenic.

Copyright © 2002 by Elizabeth Ann Lopez

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