Nowhere is it written, nowhere is it said

that I make decisions against my will.

Even in compromise, I satisfy desires

that surely brings death in a chosen overkill.

Others, however, may force me to do

what I consider strongly against my will.

Now all the excuses will fabricate illusions

that within my power I call a bitter pill.

Do I have to swallow what’s forced down my throat?

Do I have to taste the fragrance of decisions?

If they are right they may taste mighty sweet

but if they’re wrong they’ll make deep incisions.

Jan Wienen