Conformity

In this ever changing landscape we call Humanity,

Is there ever any real freedom?

Do you think to yourself?

Or do you think for others?

Do you control your processes,

Or process control.

Can this world ever be anymore than just a mass of similarities,

Cut from the same rugs and the same ancestry.

Your tastes may vary,

But your minds are all the same.

Pushing, rushing, overworking.

The mind pulses as one massive organ.

Pumping, processing, pulsing through all this mass information.

Databases, corporations, everyone,

Just one big mind for the hive behind us all.

Quivering beneath all of this we are.

Crushed and overturned by these feelings and thoughts we try to have.

We can't break free.

We're stuck out of control.

Why can't we just be free?

Why must this conformity continue?

Help us.

Someone.

Help us.