Master of the universe

(Brock / Turner) I am the centre of this universe The wind of time is blowing through me And it's all moving relative to me, It's all a figment of my mind In a world that I've designed I'm charged with cosmic energy Has the world gone mad or is it me? I am the creator of this universe And all that it was meant to be So that we might learn to see This foolishness that lives in us And stupidity that we must suss How to banish from our minds If you call this living I must be blind.