I wake and yawn. Stretch to the cold light streaming in.
I ride out to the world and make demands. Not just demands, I make the world.
I cajole and nod. I speak vehemently.
From my perch I see the world. And I move in it.
Sometimes I forget my name, and I stoop to the masses.
Never fulfilling their unnecessary wants and wishes,
I may lay in dirt.
When the sun reaches me again, I’ll remember it.
Goddess is my name.
And with it, I rise. Purifying my soul until it is pink and green. White and blue.
Exactly as it should be, me in charge of my world.