I squint a little as I put my eye on a scope of a lense,
a lense known to be devine for it holds the ability to travel through the depths of time.
The sighting is of an era when men held concealed vision.
With their minds blurry, the view projected from their eyes was merely blind.
Walking about on a land of vast wilderness is a man named Shine.
By being very simple yet very effective he finds means to survive.
With simplicity control falls gently on the palm and chaos is nigh.
Bearing no vision nor vast knowledge he is only sad was when his needs aren't met
thus joy become shy.
But when his needs are met, the size of his happiness could simply fill the entire sky.
As I now adjust the devine lense
I dwell into an era when men held sharp vision,
as sharp as what can split the cutting edge of a blade.
And their imagination spread broad like air that seems invisible
when in truth it never fade.
Idling around a place covered with materials is man named Slave
Staying away from the wild he holds dear to the heart all that is man-made
High knowledge births a master of creation,
by building shelter for the heart a man's price for his needs stay fully paid
and satisfaction a fully loaded bar that for eternity stays the same.
As an imaginative creater, another bar was made.
A magic bar powered by a devil named feeling - a thing without a source.
Thus need for satisfaction was beyond raised.
Meeting his needs has become only a pat on the back
while finding joy in feeling an endless race.
His creations made true happiness an impossible task
for his magic bar stretched beyond the beginning and ending
the size of it could simply swallow the entire space.
Oh poor Slave
How do I free him from his elusive chains.