Things

Imagine I could do whatever thing
I wanted, easily as it could be
Imagine what destruction that might bring
As every whim became reality.
I don't believe that I should be a god
Or that, if granted such a power, I
Would use it any way that wasn't odd
Because of who I am, and what I try
To do without that power. I am strange
And not untrustworthy, but still not worth
That great expansion of potential range
To do whatever magic deed on earth.
So I am glad I do not have that power
And therefore do not make the whole world cower.