“Buying In”

Becoming a cog in the gear,

the social turnstile.

I join in line and walk single-file.

I numb out my points and

burn out my nerve,

squelching

my transmitors capcity

for me to stray from the learned.

I can blur out my day dreams

and fade out these lines,

painting a pattern of the life

i feel would be

a better use of my time.

I'm amist a battle of wills,

here battleing my own.

Think to stray from my post,

wonder where would I roam?

However, I have no choice,

so the answer is made for me,

and i turn over my freedom,

the

other

cheek.

i hand in my soul to be a suit made of meat.

"I" have become obsolete.

Original work by Stori 2014