Me and My Lord

O my Lord! You are Ruler hard,
Rules are thy, I only abide by.
You’re real voice in veil, I merely amplify.

I’m thespian just, you are scriptwriter must,
You always call the shot.
I am bee, make honey for thee,
worthy not, I’m but a crackpot.

I’m lyric, Your music sign and mundane design
You’re music pure, for sure, nature’s chime.
Lyric get lost, music never exhaust.
I’m mundane mortal, You’re Lord spiritual.

I’m searing sand in desert,
You’re montage of moving mirage in desert vast
Always flitting fast, ever elusive and don’t last.

Here I came, only to play your game, as you desire
You’re source, of course and I’m reflection mere.

I’m bird and you’re wing, which you swing,
You flap and I fly at ease.
I don’t know, for sure though,
when the flap you cease!

You are oar and I am mere boat not more,
in the endless sea.
I’m crap, don’t know when the oar snap,
as you decree!

Sun goes down, You’re Crown, never end your day
You seem set, but that’s not true I bet.
It’s mere daze, an illusion and maze.

But alas, at end of the day,
Ever young you stay
But I get aged and pay.

I am mere a frame I know,
and you are the shadow though.

I know you are pure, for sure,
and with me you always tour.
Day and night, in and out,
like body and mind in a row.