Can we be free?

Condemned to be free, is what we are.
Don't you forget it.
We don't get to cop out of responsibility,
slip past its icy clutches.
Ever.
That's the scary part of life, I think.
Not the death,
Not the meaninglessness,
But that a weight,
meant only for a God's shoulders,
Rests on every single one of our consciousnesses.