Now, the trick is to blend in
be part of the crowd, so much in fact
that you become the crowd
Mesh so deeply your skin mimic their
clothes
your voice merely echoes their thoughts
be the crowd so much that your perfume
smells like their breath
your eyes would only see the back of
their heads
while they lead the way
your ears going numb by their
repetitive mumbles
Get submerged into this happy bliss
This peaceful river of blatant
ignorance
drown all your opinions, your ideas
Do not do anything meaningful
wallow on your new blandness
Become an inert part of the system
Suffocate all the rage you might feel
mute off all your questions
Get drunk in the wine of dullness
Then one night
around 2 am
wake up
sweating, heart pounding
with the nagging feeling of forgetting
something
something important, vital perhaps
And then realize,
You were supposed to rebel
You were meant to change the world
But you got caught up
Pleasing others... earning money
being a cog on the machine
So, cry
be scared, you feel for the trick
they won
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