The Future

And as we ask the same questions over and over
Hassling the youths that will build our futures
Shape our lives and hopes for those who have nothing
Shooting them down before getting the chance to blossom
Abolishing any desire to be different or to achieve

It’s this robotic race, the metallic pace,
The armies of soldiers who all think the same
Dress the same, talk the same
Unknowingly creating a living hell
Condemning all chance of individuality

Oh no wait what’s that again?
Strange words caress the page
No one knows what they mean,
Only speculation crosses our minds
But even that isn’t the same

Left right left, marching down these broken streets,
Void of emotion, no hate or pain,
It’s almost funny, no more suffering or death,
Yet why are their faces somber and silent?
Not even we know, oh wait, we are a part of them

Conforming to the popular opinion,
Supporting the superior just to escape unscathed,
Going by unnoticed when you could be recognized,
Great things could be achieved and discovered,
But the oppression present won’t agree with the opinions there.

So the evolution stops, everything put on hold,
The dreams once dreamt never come true,
All the words the same, all the speeches the same,
One person leads us to agree with them,
But what happened to the controversy?

Oh some controversy had lead to war,
Things got escalated too far to ever bring them back,
But at least that’s what changed some things for the better,
We improved lives where they might have been destroyed,
If we all think alike will that ever happen again?

Coming round the corner of my street, guess this is it,
The police of my thoughts come to correct these lines,
Looks like things have gone too far, as I’m put in chains,
All my work burned to the ground and my mind shut down,
Marching down this street is all to look forward to now.