Indifferent
somhow it came to other minds that we are all the same
but equality in itself has become a game
and everyone says that each and one of us is prone
to do the same as every one and become a clone
when all share a view that i find quite sadistic
that each and everyone one of us is just another statistic
and we cross our "t"s and dot our "i"s yet the words come out all sloppy
because as time goes by were told the lie that were just another copy
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