Uniform thinking, societies, the norm. One brain, one purpose, one goal takes form. Prisoner.
     Same system, many names, same goal. Identities stripped, creativity shackled, it’s taken it’s toll. Prisoner.
     Destructive paths left behind in the wake, this never ending cycle of madness, their sympathy fake. Prisoner.
     Silent voices standing by watching the cycle repeat, when will they awaken to this defeat? Prisoner.
     Comfort zones so soothing it lulls them to sleep like a lullaby song, when will they notice something is wrong? Prisoner.
     Individuality, free thinking, freedom to choose, not your uniform living, your prison, your noose. Prisoner.


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