I stare through the open doorway
I want to leap between worlds
But all I have left is my imagination
I’m in a battle with the gods
I want to write my own story
, But no one can make their own choices

Now I have a choice
To close or walk through the doorway
To start a new story
And create new worlds
Or to be a toy to the gods
And only be a piece of their imagination

I become free of their imagination
I make my choice
And I became the gods
I rush through the doorway
I’m left to create my own worlds
This is a beginning of a new story

I am the author to this story
I can use all of my imagination
My pen rewrites the worlds
I give the characters choices
They have their own doorways
And to thank me, they create new gods

They rewrite everything for their gods
They destroy my story
I try to close their doorways
I try to erase their imagination
I try to remove their choices
I try to ruin their worlds

But I can’t change their worlds
I am no longer one of their gods
They made their choices
They finished my story
They used their imagination
To close my doorway.