*the endless drag of another day*

society,
like a high court, deeming what's right;
we are trapped; like birds with clipped wings,
unable to venture on our own flight.
we conform and lose our individuality;
abiding by what's cool in this society.
like zombies, we are hollow and without purpose;
life is systematic and monotonous.
love is only but just a word
holding empty promises and bringing much hurt.
foolishly we slog day after day,
and soon we will turn disillusioned and dismayed,
living a lie of not chasing after our own dreams,
accomplishing nothing it seems.
to learn to be an individual and no longer one of the masses;
perhaps one day we'll all come to our senses.

.peishan.