What Anyone Is
No one person is truly All
We all have no free Willl
Nothing that we can call "Us"
We as a people are just subjugated
To the Mass of Wills around us have
We no longer have any power over aspects of Life
All of our decisions
No longer ours
They are based on others
We dress to impress others
To make people around us Happy
Nothing is sacred anymore
We are merely drones in this world
Obeying to the will of the Supreme
Affecting our behaviours
Not ever truly seeing what Humans can do
This poem is about:
Me