We are dice

We are not programs
Carrying out code and loops until we die
We are not puppets
Dancing your strings to your tunes
We are not bricks
To be set in mortar and left to crumble
No

We are dice
Tossed by the wind
No one knows how we land
And no one, not even us
Can choose our fate

We are not toys
Used up and tossed out on a whim
We are not boxes
Filled with junk and left to gather dust
We are not books
To be read and judged by cruel hearts
No

We are dice
Rolling down a hill
And we can choose
To make it stop
But we don't have to.