A fork supporting a poison ivy, out in the forest
The passion that hunger brings
A spoon with some rain drops in it, on the beach
surrounded by sand The protection of unheard tears
A bent butter knife, on a rock outside a playground 
Born to help softness spread but a reminder of
something more dangerous

Don't be a tool while you use tools...
The mind is a tool, emotions are tools
Observers can make you want to be 
their tool and serve them what they 
desire...