forget your
mechanical dreams of perfection
your spotless gods
parading covetous judgment upon simple happiness
your sultans living
in empires of sand
your ivory towers of
unreachable expectations
we are a simple
minded people
born machines of war
conditioned to fight
for peace
trained to live as
one blossoming entity
devoid of chaotic
thoughts and irrational behaviors
sheep of the herd,
sheared annually to line the farmers pockets
books on the shelf,
waiting to be read at some point in the imagined future
spotless dishes,
washed, stacked and tucked away in the cabinets, left in the dark
we are mindless
driving machines
working for hours on
end without blinking
we are told to fit
in
where the greater
good will provide for us
we are part of the
vision, imagined by people that are not us
we are attending
church, rising in unison
we are attending
school, waiting to be called upon
we are entertaining
and amused
eager to be
criticized on our very being
we are walking any
path just because
we are rebelling for
no good reason and can't remember why
we are warriors and
cowards, walking the line
we are alive, living
every day
from nothingness we
have arisen, and to nothingness one day shall return
