Vague Bound

My tears have become water Well actually not even water Water has a peculiar shine Like the tears that were once mine I could see them roll down my cheek Whenever I felt empty and weak Now my tears have no shine And I really don't mean to whine But none of them can see Sadly not even me So is this just poetry? Bereft of any feelings

Mortal: Dear God, I don’t want to surrender my fears to you. God: Why is that? Mortal: Because I don’t think you know how it feels like to be scared. God: Why do you think that I don’t know what is feels like to be scared. Mortal: You are God. You are most powerful. What could possibly scare you? God: You are right about me being all powerful, in fact I’m powerful enough to instill the feeling of fear in myself. So, your assumption that I could not know how it feels like to be scared is wrong. Mortal: OK! So, you know how it feels like to be scared. In that case why do you allow me to be scared? God: What makes you think that I allow you to be scared? Mortal: Well your will extends over everything. God: True. Though have you considered that the same way that I have the power to instill fear in myself, I could have given the same power to you? Mortal: Well I never considered that. In fact, I never considered that you have the power to instill fear in yourself. It sounded rather absurd. ...