As he step into realms of better but bitter conformity,
Ignorant to what belies and relies on him, in fullest enormity,
"We do what we have to do to get by!!"
A twitch of a smile, but still a tweak of a sigh,
Has he stepped forward a good few steps?
Or shuffled his cowardly legs away from what was REALLY next?
Arggggh!!
I despise the yellow walls that surround him,
Misunderstand the mindset that confounds him,
But understand the life circle he treads, as if I am a-round him.
He continues his graft sporting the occasional laugh,
But these new ones do not know him, not even a half,
The gritted teeth of fakery,
The swollen sore facial dimples of unauthentic joy,
Asked how he is, he replies "I enjoy what they are making me",
Automatic as a car- possessing less choice than a child's toy.
Dreams become visions, visions become blurred,
Sight is lost, deaf becomes you, and aspirations are never heard.
He could have got there! if he really strived...
In fact he still can- but one must not live a lie!
He stepped in to the herd, thus only he can move those same shuffling feet,
But to be honest, no one can ever help to move a paralysed sheep.
You control the steps you take,
Therefore be real to the life you make!
