Freedom

It seems, now

that I am not fit to make my own mind

that the right belongs to someone else

- a stranger,

an utter nobody,

who holds no office in my life

Like a despot he sets the pace of my days

Controlling that which

is not his to control,

Facing decisions that

are not his to face

all awhile appealing to my vitrue,

my duty,

my workload in grace

But the choice is mine and mine alone.

If I cannot choose to work in vain

If I cannot choose to try and fail

If I forfeit my freedom to those in claim

I am the only one to blame