People are like band musicians in a tavern

playing everything,  yet travelling in one wagon

conducted by common sense, on common ground

that all members believe to be safe and sound


popular albums they make and their concerts gain

soon the whole world concord to the main


the collective do as told without asking why

like sheeps flock to abyss, not knowing to die

With deaf ears to truth,  and unseeing eye


Some who dare to play solo and travel alone

May trod new ways and sing a different tone

Truths are often found by lonely souls

With courage they challenge the black holes.

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