What Anyone Is

No one person is truly All

We all have no free Willl

Nothing that we can call "Us"

We as a people are just subjugated

To the Mass of Wills around us have

We no longer have any power over aspects of Life

 

All of our decisions

No longer ours

They are based on others

We dress to impress others 

To make people around us Happy

Nothing is sacred anymore

 

We are merely drones in this world

Obeying to the will of the Supreme

Affecting our behaviours

Not ever truly seeing what Humans can do 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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