Am I Delusional?

Sometimes I believe I can make everything so right with words.
I actually believe I can write paradise into being.
I must be so incredibly delusional.
I believe I can create one perfect poem to solve all the world’s problems.
My God……Just one person.
One poem…where each word blazes with meaning beyond meaning.
Then all the words set us down in a foundation of no doubt.
One poem to connect everything.
My God…who do I think I am?
A hobo with a heart.
A stow away that could only observe from a distance.