There Is True Purpose

I'm locked away,
In a room with no peculiar characteristics.
Unable to escape.

Many men visit daily.
All of their faces are blank.
No expression.

Their voices are monotone
As they tell me what to do.
Day after day.

I've done what they've asked.
Until one of those unchanging days...
I found a closet.

It was a great beauty to witness,
But I can not stay long,
For the tasks at hand...

I visited the closet occasionally,
Occasionally turned to often,
Often to always.

And soon my obssesion led me
To find myself behind...
Tasks at hand...

But I no longer took much intrest,
To the small tasks at hand.
This wonderful closet...

I have my own world now.
No need for the tasks to be done.
I make my own choices.

I want to explore every inch,
And every corner, everything in the depths
Of this divine closet.

Leave behind the world of pointless forging...
Stay in the world of diverse creation and discovery.
But they push me back.

As I'm forced back into the blank room,
The only meaningful task to be done...
I finally realized...

I must complete the meaningless tasks,
Before I'm forced out of the window,
To certain doom.

But I must balance,
My time in the closet,
With my time in the room.

I must bring back my discoveries,

And make them see...

What lies beyond the door.