Fools!, Sheep!,
all of them.
These lemmings,
following each other,
until death.
mindlessly participating
in a rat race,
they consider life.
Thoughtlessly swimming
downstream, racing
each other to the
ocean, never sensing
the change.
Cannibals! Never
realizing that they
consume each other,
trying to reach the top,
of the food chain,
that they see,
as the way of the world.
Never finding their place,
in a meaningless life.

I stand in the shallows,
pushing against the rush,
the everflowing tide of
mindless automaton.
Forming tenuous links,
with the floating minds,
the free thoughts,
straining to break free,
of their suppressors.
We form a chain,
weak against the
insurmountable odds.
Sheltering each other,
from the unimaginative
waves of the common
man.
We wear ourselves,
thin from opposing forces,
stretching for the bank,
of the raging river.
Attempting to reach,
that relative safety,
so our children,
our greatest legacy,
may grow,
unfettered,
by the constraints,
put upon us
from straining,
against the thoughtless,
minds of the crowd.

For:
Nothing good may come,
from staying with normal people.