The All Powerful

 I feel the world moving
Around my soul, 
Crashing into itself
And ripping apart. 

I see people crying,
Begging to be heard,
Begging for me to see them
As themselves.

I stand high
Above the clouds,
Above the world 
Humanity left behind.

I am,
At this moment in time,
The most powerful
Person to have ever lived.

They tell me to wake up,
To come back down to earth,
But why should I?

If power only
Exists in your head,
Why should I not take
What I haven't yet earned?