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KWSN · 12-05-2003, 06:53 PM

i forgot i posted this several months ago in its own thread, but i figured it should go here cos it's the KWSN'S POETRY thread... so i'll put it here. not in the same vein as the rest of my stuff.

cadence of conformity

Marching unconsciously in step with millions of others
All to the same beat
All to the same pattern
It is conformity's cadence
The constant exposure wears upon the marching throngs
Eroding their minds, until one can not be discerned from another
Any attempt to break free inevitably ends in futility
As the cadence of conformity continues to pound on
And as the marchers are released from their duties
They emerge like mass-produced product
All the same
Without personalities
Without idiosyncrasies
Devoid of a soul to propel their minds
Devoid of a mind to propel their souls
They continue to march, but there is nowhere to go
All paths are circular
All paths the same
All paths leading to the same inevitable end
Without any hope of sojourning past what is in sight
A revolution's futility annihilates the ability of the soul
The mind
To go any further than they have been taught
To conceive any more than they have been allowed
Their heads are cold steel safes
Locked to prevent their minds from escaping
Those who rule over them know
Know that a working mind is hazardous material
And that it must be contained
Inside a wall of conformity
To whose cadence we all march
But the mind persists inside its cage
Like a bird without wings
Hating its restrictions
Waiting for salvation
Any chance it can get to venture beyond its boundaries
But that venture will never come
Never
As long as the cadence of conformity still plays on

12-05-2003, 06:53 PM	#19 (permalink)
KWSN green	i forgot i posted this several months ago in its own thread, but i figured it should go here cos it's the KWSN'S POETRY thread... so i'll put it here. not in the same vein as the rest of my stuff. cadence of conformity Marching unconsciously in step with millions of others All to the same beat All to the same pattern It is conformity's cadence The constant exposure wears upon the marching throngs Eroding their minds, until one can not be discerned from another Any attempt to break free inevitably ends in futility As the cadence of conformity continues to pound on And as the marchers are released from their duties They emerge like mass-produced product All the same Without personalities Without idiosyncrasies Devoid of a soul to propel their minds Devoid of a mind to propel their souls They continue to march, but there is nowhere to go All paths are circular All paths the same All paths leading to the same inevitable end Without any hope of sojourning past what is in sight A revolution's futility annihilates the ability of the soul The mind To go any further than they have been taught To conceive any more than they have been allowed Their heads are cold steel safes Locked to prevent their minds from escaping Those who rule over them know Know that a working mind is hazardous material And that it must be contained Inside a wall of conformity To whose cadence we all march But the mind persists inside its cage Like a bird without wings Hating its restrictions Waiting for salvation Any chance it can get to venture beyond its boundaries But that venture will never come Never As long as the cadence of conformity still plays on __________________ Your arms are broken!