Do you see this home I made,
as well, the streets, houses and moon?
You are just a game I play,
ceasing to exist very soon.

Once out of sight, out of mind;
mere puppets dancing on my strings;
Life is illusion, you’ll find
no magic with what freedom brings.

I will create the rainbows
or thunder as my mood dictates;
My rules, nobody knows,
along with all your future fates.

If you deign to interfere
I’ll fill you full of distraction;
Better say your prayers right here
and give us both satisfaction.

This poem is based on the four stanzas of Soliloquy of the Solipsist by Sylvia Plath.