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.
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