Literature
Passion
we are it's slaves,
it's ever busy bees,
it is our Queen, our mother.
it made us and it will destroy us as well.
it is vengeful,
and loving.
it controls us,
in anger
in love
in life.
we love it,
we drink it's power,
we pretend to be it's master
yet we are it's toys.
playthings of greater forces,
we fight it
in vain this struggle goes on.
never won, never lost.
for this is in our minds
this power play.
for we are it's slaves.