Just a Tool


He stands

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

But a