Is there a greater freedom than the freedom to decide?

It’s all very confusing, this business of
obedience. The training starts early, and
it transitioned from agreeable to tyrannical
while I dozed. The powers have made it clear:
Do as we say, and we’ll all get along.

But, I say to myself, and quietly,
the authorities don’t enjoy my input,
these orders appear random and arbitrary,
dictates of convenience, abominations
that do not serve me well; I protest.

To no avail, so I plot in silence, it’s best
to plot in silence, waiting for the day to come,
I know it will, when I no longer have to do as I am told.
The glorious day when I am at once and always the
rightful maker of all decisions. Until that day I
allow them to pick me up and put me back in my crib.
It’s undignified, but it’s cozy, and the food is good.