regret of life lived

In my world I am king but after I've had everything

There'd still be a desire to taste all I've come to believe

To embrace the creator  programmer of my circuitry

The creator of the material world, and all eternity
He calls my name with grace and I'll ask for mercy

In this magnificent place, I meet nature's illustrator

All the planets, my own earth made with a thought

With his imagination as the ultimate blueprint

My own was a legacy I wagered against my nature

Lusting for things unhealthy, rather than the good

All the unworthy things, about my life proof
I chose my specific path and despite his benevolence
He is forgiving and loving and made this universe

Epic wonders found deep inside his artistic mind

My own mind and imagination is far less chaste

I am fallen, I made nothing, and I sought pleasure

Left only a glimpse of what I could have known

I see before me and still feel epic I regret
Mercy is my life's only hope