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As I fall deeper into the void society calls “life”
I have noticed a few things
The periodic feel of the days, weeks, months, years
It all becomes a blur
Society is confining our creativity
It takes its machines and forms our thoughts
Our mechanical thoughts that ought to be creative
We are all caught in a cycle
The cycle, to be more specific
Society constrained us into it
It takes great power to rise against the cogs and gears which are in control of our lives
There are only few outliers in the cycle
Most cannot escape the never-ending whirl of confinement
Nobody can simply plan their own life
The robots who came before you have it all laid out
Go to college, get a job, buy a house, find a wife
Your grandma, your grandpa, your uncles and aunts
They’ve been through this cycle as well
They had no thoughts solely for themselves
This plan had been bred for generations preliminary to their own
Planted right into the little hardware system they call ahead
But then there are that few that I mentioned earlier
Those outliers, those few
They possess the power of hundreds
A lot of pondering they do
Society sees them
But cannot comprehend
The outliers do not fit the cardboard cutout shaped like a man
They end up doing something they should never do
pricking and prodding
Those poor, little few
Those few think for themselves and get chastised for it
They are unfairly ridiculed
Just for having a sliver of difference inside of themselves
In the end
Was your life really well spent?
Living a life that was already set
All these thoughts are running through your head
You always aspired to be creative
But when someone else does it
It’s just not right
They don’t fit into the mechanics of this robotic life