Freedom. Tis the path he longs for most.
Alas, life shan’t tread his favored road.
Forever bound to his heart’s impost,
With Master ever stays his abode.
So his mind deceives him to thinking.

For hence, good things come to those who wait.
Rewards will his labors bring about.
Life of servitude is not his fate.
Yet, years of patience is cause to doubt.
Observe, his ling’ring hopes are shrinking.

One act of fulfilling compliance,
And thus he shall be freed from bondage.
What holds him, neither God nor science,
Is magic, an invisible cage.
He hears invisible chains clinking.

Hark! The deed complete, the day now saved.
Anticipation too much to bear,
At last he hears those words he long craved.
And at last he has an answered prayer.
He leaves this life behind, ne’er blinking.