What am I in this never ending game
A single drop of water in a downpour of rain
I follow the flow without resistance or complaint
Only to repeat this process again and again
Are we born to follow without question
We take direction with no reasons told
Yet we hold tight onto our chains
Fearful they'll break, too scared to be bold
So as we walk in ever straightening lines
Towards an end hidden from captive sight
We accept our bondage with frightening ease
As we accept without question our captivity
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Author:
Daniel (
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Comments3
Some direction is good and others I can do without. I like it!
Thank you!
Welcome!
herd mentality I suppose,
sad but true for most. your poem is well written as usual. clever and smart! ww
I guess we find some comfort in it's structure, but at the same time turn a blind eye to it
Great write
Thank you
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