Glancing around,
All that I see,
Is 10,000 people,
Nothing like me.
Stuck in a rat race,
With their lofty goals,
Pushing forward,
Ignoring the tolls.
So many victims,
Of their blind trek,
Trampled underfoot,
Left in a wreck.
The sacrificial lambs,
All lead to the slaughter,
Just so they can make,
One more extra dollar.
Am I truly without purpose?
Or do I simply perceive,
The most of the people,
Are completely deceived.
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