God

He walked.
Placing one foot in front of the other to pass the time.
As he walked he became something else.
This world was left behind.
The world where there was nothing for him.
The world where he was alone.
The world he gave tiny amounts to.
Enough to keep anyone else out of his.
Sometimes the world would leave his head.
Sometimes he leaked fragments of his world.
The world was his.
He was god.
His walk ended and the world was no more.