The Wizard

Fed up with life a man was meditating Everything around him could only be irritating He thought he would end up his existence imitating His motto was somehow to be always creating How could things not work the way he had wanted He wanted now a wish of his to be granted The garb of helplessness had to be shed He asked the devil to help him by giving his blood Soon the great metamorphosis occurred The man was turned into a wizard He could use his magic wand and cast a spell But that was only the threshold of hell Lazy and dependent became the man Without his wand he was only a bare land He believed more in the wand than in himself Only then did he realise the power of being oneself