Puppets and Heroes

I could have been a puppet
Following every order
Loyal to the masters who held my strings

I could have been a hero
Who rose up against them
Fighting for the weak ones without a way to speak

Instead I chose a life
Without purpose
Or meaning,
The middle ground that I thought
Would hold the answers
To all questions

In the end I found
That I didn't like the freedom
But neither could I stand
Being held up by strings

I left myself
Unsupported
Not needed
Alone

Wandering
The empty path
Of existence