Free Will

You don't own me - I'm not your atometon a gadget, an app, with a selection of options. Sit this way, stand up strait, fix your hair a doll-like disaster - in need of repair. You rule my world - but I'm not a slave You can't prescribe every way I behave. You make some good points - I try - and I listen but it's hard to exist under klieg light inspection. Maybe you think I'm your other daughter I have bad news - I'm a later model. An idea strikes me that I'd like to proffer swallow the pill of free will, Doctor.