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The Master and His Slave
Tell me not about what I should be.
You do whatever, but I cannot;
He but follows behind destiny;
The place I roam about,
For life and death. I do not know,
All things that I will see.
I yearn for all of tomorrow,
A day that may not be.
I try to change, the most and all
Of things that are beyond,
Himself the man but he controls
Nothing within the bounds;
But a prisoner, within the walls
Of time. The smear and dust
There stains the present as will all,
The future like the past.
