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The Individual

Born as one, will die alone, but what may come in time? A loner for eternity, perhaps a clever mind Might turn into a brilliant thinker or a thoughtful soul We watch the journey of lonely men until they fade and go At best a man is on his own, where he can touch the sky For what he wants to be in life, he’ll find the wings to fly To wisdom and awareness To love and even happiness But what if the herd closes in, guided by one mind It shares a common cause not slightly challenged or refined Just follow the leader Reckless, the screamer Common sense is greater good but only if a sense Is powered by a single mind and not by all his friends Cleverness is quickly lost in expanding crowd Sadly, most common senses are those that are most loud The power of the masses should never be denied Shouting in a crowd is bliss, but please don’t lose your mind You’re still an individual Please, be the individual
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Written by
snixmusic
45 / M / Rotterdam (NL)
For You?
Written by
snixmusic
45 / M / Rotterdam (NL)
Published
Apr 5, 2020
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