You Will

You will be forced to make a choice.
The choice you make will not be yours,
But you will make it anyway,

And you will have to live with it,
Or be the one who dies from it,
Then someone else will have to judge.

The dream of will is fantasy.
The dream of will is luck’s disguise.
The will’s half like a lottery—

You hope your picks will win some prize,
And show you chose sagaciously,
But there’s no option not to play,

And will’s cost to participate,
However small, is never free.