so it seems that it was free will,

deceived. and still i made a choice,

had a choice. went wrong.

because i could not foresee,

did not relinquish idealisn,

that set me apart from

those practical ones

and they sit on lavish carpets

complaining about the weather.

meanwhile, there are those

down in the depths of insufferable

hell, how hot it is!

but merriment is preferable

to what should not be discussed

and of course

the ones in power

are always right.

they look to me, bemused

you did not already know

how the die would land?