Just a Tool
Sun setting behind
What does he want?
His expression very hard set
He stands firm, set, and stony
A look of determination on his face
His life has been leading up to this
The time when his fate will finally be decided
And he's ready for any way fate will use him
For he is a tool, not an independent spirit
Wherever fate will take him, he will go
But is that a life worth living?
Should he break free from this,
This madness he cannot control?
Or should he stay
Live life, nothing