Omniscient

Give dominion to those
Who want it not
Give breath to those
Who've life not sought

Then stand away and laugh
At the handiwork of your own doing
Follow them along untrodden paths
And see what storm is brewing

So some will turn to happiness,
While others turn to grief
Some still, embrace loneliness
Time, a sneaking thief

So does it give you satisfaction?
Standing of the pedestal of dreams
Hunting for unseen reaction
Until you burst your seams

Then those who had dominion
Shall turn to dust and sand
And this dust, wind's minion
Shall run, run, run... before the end.