There is a darkness in all of us
We each have it,
that dark place in our minds, our hearts,
The place we hide from others,
we hide for fear of rejection.
Because that part of us isn't part of social acceptance.
The tolerance of society is so wanting,
That we can't show even half of our true selves,
instead we wake up,
look at our reflection in the mirror,
we see our true selves,
and before we leave, we don our masks
the masks of this world,
The masks of societal acceptance,
just so we can "fit in" with the mold,
Something developed by men who "know better"
One's who would have all free thought extinguished,
and all the Radicals thrown behind bars for their need to think.
But what were we given brains for, if not to be able to have free thought.
To be coerced into one frame of thought,
is to have a cell with iron bars,
erected within your own mind.
and along with that cell would come a sickness,
a plague upon ones heart,
For without free thought,
without the passion and belief behind it,
motivation fails,
love fails,
Life fails.
All because we have a need,
A need for a false sense of security,
the "protection" given from being just another mask in the crowd,
Not standing out, because we know that if one were to rise above the rest
they'd be instantly shoved back down.
There is no protesting, there is no standing up,
There is only obedience, only staying within the rules of your role,
and fulfilling that role until the day you die.
You can't go back,
you can't try again.
There's a strict timeline that you have to follow.
It begins with birth,
you learn, you are coerced into a social view,
compounded by media, teachers, organizations, music,
friends, everything, until you're forced to a point,
where there is no room for doubt,
Because that's all you know,
That's all you can know.
And so you fulfill the role your given,
without question as to why, or what,
Just the knowledge that, that's all there is for you,
That's all you have to do.
And eventually your journey will end,
Death is the end,
If that's all there is to everything.
If we are mere meager members of society,
controlled as puppets laden with a multitude of strings,
each manipulated by the mystic puppet masters of life.
If we really have no choice..
What then is freedom?
What then is being free?
What then does it mean to be alive?
