this misanthropy grows inside, now it consumes me
lemmings sway and shuffle to the cliffs edge
each one identical, each a unique and beautiful snowflake
contradicting myself now
is this a sign of my acceptance?
as the transparent, carbon copies of life pass by
I question my own existence
life ends one minute at a time, yet it becomes so fulfilling
when your potential comes crashing down
should I join?
is it now time to care?
observing the mass production, of this modern, template for happiness
was there ever such thing as freedom?
did we ever have a choice?
they continue to pull the strings
simply puppets in pantomime
distracted, deceived, and lied to
they transform us all from Billy
into just another, insignificant clonosaurus