It’s not the people you hear,
but the words they choose
when they speak through to you,
the bells and whistles that come with
Every...
Single...
Word...
It spews out their mouth and they can’t control it.
They never think,
only do.
Like a mindless machine that doesn’t stop.
Not for a thing.
Work at a repeating task until the hours are almost over,
before shutting off and continuing
with the ritual they call a routine.
The ritual of where there is only black and white.
No grey,
no time,
no argument.
You do the same.
We all are the same.
Can you see the difference?
Can you witness the ones who decide to go the other way?
The ones who see the truth?
Or are you just as blind as a machine.
Blind and can only see the ritual you have been forced to do.
Uniqueness will get you somewhere.
Do you have what it takes to achieve greatness?
