my life is a leaf blowing
in the wind
vivid but frail
silently submitting
to the daily mound of
expectation
the words and numbers
like the fist of a child
destroying
till nothing is left

my coachmen
steering me
the reigns pulled left
I have no choice
but to go
for I was broken
long ago
by the ones who own me

a robot preprogrammed
by an outside force
slowly losing color
given a personality
from the creator
his instruction manual
works for some but
not for me

I am a puppet
multiple forces
pulling my strings
going this way
then that
if made right
I will do everything
you ask