The Disciple

I am only the disciple I follow my master's orders I cry if he wants I smile if he wants I am sad if he wants I am angry if he wants Am at his orders down his feet the slave I am and I am happy to be one He who is up there plays with me without a break He makes me love the impossible fall for the noways He makes me waiting waiting for the I don't know believing for the no trusts trusting the nonliving putting all my fate in all He plays with me just like a puppet yes! i am his puppet a marionette Not my fault if I can't be happy for long not even yours but his He is the one yes! the responsible of all mixed happiness and sadness sorrow, pain and joy I wait for his orders and command I am his He should had done one thing just one making me seeing the original not running for searching not believing in impossibles but fall in reality But the shame and sadness is that I can't know my future every time I think i am in a good way but after a while, I am again in a mess He, is the one who knows my future what is waiting for me But I wish I can see a sign just one, for my destiny but i am not enough good just for seeing one I think all I have to do is to keep walking, smiling and do my master's orders and again as always down balance on one's heart I hate being hurt being betrayed being sad being angry being in a mess being far being a problem being all But if this is all my master's orders and wishes then I will be, till the end of my Me.