In My Empire

I lay in a technological palace.
Anything I want to know, is at my fingertips.
My shiny backlit servants are at my beck and call.
I, an average girl, can be the Empress
of my digital stronghold.
Maneuvering everything to my vision, my masterful plan.
with a tap of my fingers it is done;
the grass can be pink; the possibilities extend infinitely on a rendered blue-and-white grid.
 
Yet I, the all-powerful queen,
find myself less so
in the foreign world of germs, war, hard work and politics.

Except for the days, of course, that I find myself more so.