There is process of which you are only the master

Prisoner and free at the same time

Time has taken it’s toll, worn it out

It bears mankind’s evils for centuries

Got to realize you can’t let destiny rules

To pass the “written test” ?

To open wide one’s range of activities

Still regarded as the absolute one

Truly mean of controlling the masses

Join your hands to complete the mission

Curve you to forgive

Indissociable from life

To call upon in the suffering

To pay homage in outcoming

Could that be only a mere energy ?

Could that be only a mere illusion ?

Each second  elapsing is a stone which can be added to your built up

Or the whole answer ?

To face reality such as it is

Such is real fight to be carried out