They were all real once

I’ve met the gods in

Daydreams

They were all real once

And you would think

Maybe

Some of that godly

Power

Would rub off

But here I am

And perhaps

I am a god

Really I don’t know

Things just feel too

Mundane 

For that to be true

Like 

The other day

I had to take

My curtains down

The hooks were

Ripping up the wall

And there are

Scratches

On my hands

How godly is that?

I still have to sleep

Do gods sleep?

Some sleep

Forever

I am told

It is their purpose

Dreaming is their life

Others

Maybe not

I suppose that is

The question

What makes a god

In the end?