bound poet Submissive sits alone never serving One what is it he looks for what is now not known He writes in the haze filling words with light but when will he find where is the end of days He has a Mistress all know but always comes alone the poet bound unbound learning but can not grow he looks and he smiles but laughter less then tears words sad or happy he writes away the whiles oh poet why do you look for what you have already time is always moving giving what has long been took