i'm just a tool

think of me like a torch in your hand, a helping light.
someone who helps you see through the dark tunnel.

but not as someone who latches onto your wrist
and pulls you through—without you seeing,
without noticing the world as it rushes by.

the tunnel is yours, not mine.
we are in our own dark tunnels, carrying tools.
some tools that weigh us down, without adding value,
and some that we value more than anything in the world.

think of me like that torch in your hand, a guiding light.
a human that could sometimes flicker.
a friend that makes it easier to walk through.
a lover that keeps you hoping when its cold.

for when you see a ray of light in your journey,
it was you who reached it. in your own time,
with your own strength, all by yourself.