at your will

Sometimes I am something and sometimes I am nothing.

My convenient existence is but an ornament in your eye.

What price does this flesh hold?

I appear then disappear, I go at your will.

Disoriented and camouflaged in the reeds of your river, I will prosper at your will.

My life is only a haunted parable in your play, I suffer at your will.

I will be the benevolent blind only to satisfy your wonder.

I will be lonely and full of pride to protest your advances.

I will be a circle of time so that you can listen to my cries.

Sometimes I am something and sometimes I am nothing.

When will you decide?