Master Slave

Live as others see, just what it is we do Uncomplicated so to speak, Superficial surface, simple rules unfolding actions Genuflecting before the holy altar Or living the life provided But there is the backgrounder The arbiter, arbitrator of who we are Giving opinions, comments On every lasting moment Final liable depending on circumstances That we don’t necessarily agree to see Directs us to those actions might puzzle even on lookers The final ruler, the master slave Who lives deep down, lives so far down No one knows from country which Only guess at his (hers) presence Involved in more, much more Then you would ever guess Smoke reveals flame, spring needs rain The presence shapes the flowing current And talks tales to the tiller, A stronger voice when seas’ in turmoil Surprisingly directed seemingly unthoughtful actions To those who stand and stare Surprising mostly to ourselves Unfamiliar with the master slave Who lives so far below.