I am your monarch,

I am your slave,

I am your joy and strife.

I give to you,

I take from you

The meaning of your life.

I could be this,

I could be that,

It’s for you to make up your mind.

You lose me

And search for me

Often ignoring all you find.

You worship me,

You hate me –

Both a truth and lie.

You want me

And reject me

For all that I imply.

Questions you will ask

Without answer

An uncountable number of times;

Mouths shaped;

Tongues poised;

But the truth very rarely rhymes.