As masters of our own destiny,

Often, a certain penchant creeps in me,

to be inclined to,

And be a lesser god.

Where does it take me? And what does it teach me?

I don’t understand.

It’s in these times, I presume, being a deity is easier.

As masters of our own destiny,

I realize, it’s a world bigger than,

being a deity.

Is more needed from me?

I raise a storm beyond the visible sun,

To salvage that deity in me,

I realize I need it,

Because being a deity is easier.

A certain reasoning for self-belief.

In this ruckus, the tide shifts one day.

I see deities all around,

And on the ground I tread,

It’s not directed to my inclination,

Neither was it a dream shattered.

I only realize, I’m just one among them.

As masters of our own destiny,

I realize, we all are,

Servants of a lesser god