I had a dream, one of the few I can recall.
A voice explained to me a perfect life,
Offered a list of simple rules,
Be agreeable, ask no questions, just obey.
In my dream I went from place to place,
And tried those admonitions.
They seemed to work,
Until I writhed in stifling oppression.
Trapped in heavy binding I couldn’t move.
Waking just enough under a knotted quilt,
I cast it off and dozed back to easy sleep,
Comforted not by rules, but necessary choices,
And the daily joys of making them.