When I count sheep,
I never forget to include your name.
A product of this society,
You think your different,
But you're all the same.

It's so cliché, but I must say.
When they jump off a cliff you're sure as hell to follow.
Must be a hard pill to swallow,
Knowing that you have no true identity.
And when they start a new trend it's no suprise to me.
When you follow with no hesitation,
Your brain is the definition of simplification.

You will never make a difference in this world, until you learn to pave your own road.
You are very replaceable, so don't be suprised when you get left in the cold.

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This is just me venting about today's society, I tend to step on toes and if I strike a nerve, then I am doing what I set out to do. I only wish to wake people up from what they have become, just following trends because everyone else is doing it, it does bother me, because people lose so much potential to be their own person, to be set apart from the crowd and make a difference.