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We really are like sheep. 
Clustered in our pens and 
performing rituals 
of conformity. 
We are so afraid to be 
what we really are inside. 

Dance a pretty dance, children 
 of the world, for 
that is what is expected and required. 

Perform and conform, be demure 
and compliant. Such is the 
box we've rushed ourselves 
into as we have aged. 

Years ago, when school 
was the only task we had to do, 
we were taught to remain 
firmly placed in the 
middle of the road. 

Don't be extreme! 
That was our collective 
message delivered faithfully 
by mindless drones 
who had allowed their 
intelligence to be lost. 

They were programmed to 
be suspicious of differences. 

Nothing changes as we age. 
If anything, it gets worse. 
Jobs and careers, 
rules and regulations. 

A performance of agreements 
we mutter at one another. 

Still ashamed to be the pill 
that cures the world. We're 
much more comfortable being 
collected and locked away 
inside the pill bottle. 

There we stay, surrounded 
by all the other little pills. 
Safe in our unity of compliance. 

It can still be a yellow sunshine 
night; a darkness that is suddenly 
illuminated by the brilliance 
of Independence. 

Be free. Be really free. 
Speak your disagreements in 
loud and aggressive manner. 

Say no once in awhile, not maybe. 
Refuse to be what you can never be. 
Instead, put your head into 
the mindset that it is fine 
not to always get along.