Where will I go?

I tell myself little lies
Like the cliche
Everything will be alright
But, really, it's up to fate

I don't know what lies ahead
Love, pain, hate, joy?
I'm only sure about death
I'm just Life's little toy

I make every choice
Using the full extent of Free Will
But nothing will tell me
If happiness will be born or killed

Who am I?
What am I?
I'm only one guy
Who is sure to, someday, die

That is certain
Nothing else
Now to climb out
Of my self-created Hell