Just another face in the crowd   wandering towards obscurity   Driven by the dull desires   of a worn out routine      Stagnant in the suffocating silence   of emotional exile,   a fugitive from freedom   surrenders to mediocrity.      A helpless voice   starting to sink.   You could make a choice   but you never learned to think.      Weary and weakened   victims fall prey   to vague ideals   and passionless play.   Systematic spontaneity   in synchronized society.      Immersed in the cause   and the call of the day,   sacrificed inner needs   give way.   To shared individuality   in collective reality.      A spirit of belonging   satisfies your longing   but the truth is never seen.   False sense of freedom grows   but dependency shows   your part of the machine.      A hopeless choice,   searching for someone real.   You could find that voice   but you never learned to feel.