There is a state in which I trust:
Its name is No_Control.
People always want to send me there,
So that they themselves do not have to go.
The trick, you see, is sympathy -
When I pity them, they prey on me.
I do their bidding, innocent-like,
I recite my A-B-C's like an obedient tyke.
Then my troubles truly begin:
They hold me to my precedent.
I did it before, without asking more,
So why do I now balk at that which they ask me
again and again and again?
Warn me not of my evil ways,
Til the breath within me halts.
Ignorance shall guide my senses,
Distorting reality,
Let me live with no consequences
So that I may truly be free.