The Undemocratic Nature of my Fear

Under what conditions can free will thrive?

l ask to turn and my fear pulls me under,

I am both subject and dictator,

and neither role I asked for,

if I could abdicate I would,

find my self calling sanctuary,

from Duke to friar,

Measure for Measure,

I would run from this responsibility,

Oppressing, of Pressing,

every thought down down down.

I often wonder where I would be,

if I had my pick of the litter,

if the spirit of self oppression hadn't

tied itself to my nerves,

hadn't rooted in