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
