Our lives
today, founded on clauses
Conditions,
by communities, societies
Families,
governances, plentiful nuances
We are born
individuals, born with a soul
Born unique,
to be different than the rest
To be different,
on you it does take a toll’
A true
essence of you dissipates
Replaced by
the stench of the common
The worldly,
the plenty, the crowd
You become
what they want you to be
To survive,
live by our rules they say
“be not too
loud”
“be not too
happy”
“be not too
friendly”
“be not too
angry”
“think not
from your mind, for it isn’t your job. Let us think and guide you”
Blindly follow
everyone as they go.
Their rules,
or someone else’s that they follow
Have you
stopped in your tracks for a moment?
Thought of
who you really are?
Not
conforming, not influenced, not by judgement?
Not impacted
by what they said to you
Of what
they thought you were all about?
What deep
down you hold and believe so true
Have we
lost ourselves to appease others?
a herd of
cattle or sheep, which ever you prefer
your own identity,
lost or smothered.
Changed so
drastically, we own no memory
Of our own
demons and angels,
Of knowing
our innermost selves, the good bad and ugly.
We are no
different, not so unique
Tinker toys
from the herd factory
Our motives
thin, our virtues oblique
When did we
lose the will to be?
Who we are
and what we WANT to be?
When did
they all become important, their opinions sole?
And then, we blinded our eyes, only left for them to
see.
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