Subservience

Why, if only life was not so twisted If only, simply by wishing, It would have granted me that which I seek If only, it would have let me be that which I am A Queen, solo and fair, Ruling with the magic at the tips of my fingers! But the abode we live in is one made of negativity Here, it becomes normal to yearn Like the thirsty do, for a drop of water And to die, without ever having been fulfilled! But then, why should life pay heed to me Who am I after all, If not a tiny grain of sand Pushed ashore by the tides and pulled back in The water without ever being able to express Of my own will? Pray, seek I to bring peace and sooth to my soul May I then be strong enough to pretend that I seek not May I then, be obedient to life and live it as it wants me to Rather than hankering after that which is illusory and transient!