Just another face in the crowd wandering towards obscurity. Driven by the dull desires of a worn out routine. Stagnant in the suffocating silence of emotional exile, a fugitive from freedom surrenders to mediocrity. A helpless voice starting to sink. You could make a choice but you never learned to think Weary and weakened victims fall prey to vague ideals and passionless play. Systematic spontaneity in synchronized society. Immersed in the cause and the call of the day, sacrificed inner needs give way. To shared individuality in collective reality. A spirit of belonging satisfies your longing but the truth is never seen. False sense of freedom grows but dependency shows your part of the machine. A hopeless choice, searching for someone real. You could find that voice but you never learned to feel.
