God and I

Author Of Life

He had the plot before
Anyone would know.
The story was about me
I the lead character
With family and friends
As supporting characters
The story of my life was
Always about me BUT
It was never for me.

He penned me out to be
In a book wrote of me
He planned it all
From the colour of my eyes
To that of my skin
From the shortness of my structure
To the sound of my voice
And the very thoughts I think.
He knew my name
Described me to being
And I became alive.

He had a vision
He always knew how the story
Will end
No matter how far I stray
He wrote me out
He read me loud
He watched me run from
The original idea of life
He called me back when
I was messing up the plot completely.

The story was always about me
But never for me.
I was created for His pleasure
A creation of His brilliant mind
A book to be published among His
Other billions.
But one day He will stop writing
Will I be written in sequel
Kept up on a shelf of His
Greatest stories
Or will I be in the trash can
A story that had a purpose but
The plot was ruined by
A ridiculous character?