Billy And The Clonosaurus

this misanthropy grows inside, now it consumes me lemmings sway and shuffle to the cliffs edge each one identical, each a unique and beautiful snowflake contradicting myself now is this a sign of my acceptance? as the transparent, carbon copies of life pass by I question my own existence conform, conform life ends one minute at a time, yet it becomes so fulfilling when your potential comes crashing down should I join? is it now time to care? observing the mass production, of this modern, template for happiness was there ever such thing as freedom? did we ever have a choice? they continue to pull the strings simply puppets in pantomime distracted, deceived, and lied to they transform us all from Billy into just another, insignificant clonosaurus