world shaper

I must be careful how I speak.
When I open this mouth and thrum these vocal chords,
whole universes sing themselves into existence.

I must be careful what I think.
I can damn the world to hell in a nanosecond
or bliss it into some fairyland nirvana.

Howling winds of arctic windswept plains.
Haunting breeze of lush equatorial jungle.
This mind contains vast realms yet unseen.

We are all mad inventors sitting inside the labyrinth
of our cavernous minds, conjuring up some lumination.

Lighting a path we create as we go.