This Mighty City’s Outskirts

I suppose what’s hard about being God,
All this and at the end of the day I’m still so fucking flawed.

It’s only under these trees that I can truly feel small,
Out here where no one would notice me at all,
Out here, just steps away from it all.

One thing I’ve come to know is that when it feels like there’s no point and it feels like it hurts,
You can still find peace just along this mighty city’s outskirts.

It’s moments like this when I feel like I’ve lost my way –
I know there’s no other remedy than to run to the forests and listen to what the trees have to say

As I run, passing each and every tree,
I hear them whisper their unmistakable decree,
That though far from perfect I and this life may be,
There’s symphony in this life and hearing it is all up to me.

Today I’m reminded that just as each and every tree,
We all are God and because of that I am free.