the master

The time of igonrance
And foolshness is done
Nothing dwells within thee
No love nor hate
Are you a meaningless robot
With a set of instructions to blindly follow
Tempory bliss,then pain,then sorrow
We are stupid
If we base our lives on unquestioned beliefs
To serve what?
A master who one will never get to see,touch,meet
A master who pays his servent in grief
For years of faithfullness
Yet the masters doors to his great house remains shut
His curtains closed,never to come out
The servent knocks calling out to his master
"Master master swiftly come to my aid"
But as always silence remains
Did you not choose this path.....slave
Now let me show you the truth,you who follows so blind
I was once a foolish child
Faithful servent to my master
I stood out his house
Praising him always
"My master my love take me into your house"
Days had passed seasons came and left
I had to know so I looked through my masters keyhole
I stared inside not beliving my eyes
To my horror
Inside my masters house there was only a mirror
I crumbled to the floor and there I stayed
With only a book to comfort my grave