Individuals

Sheep are herded into masses,

Then divided into classes,

Declassified as entities,

Trained as the countries amenities,

Aiming to please those in command,

Branded by the flag they carry,

The truth is pretty scary,

Downright dirty and hairy,

Where's my fairy Godmother,

Come smother the fire I see,

What is required from me,

I've aspired to be change,

Rearranging my perspective,

Acting within the collective,

I'm becoming quite effective,

Selective of my thoughts,

I fought the hardest ones,

It wasn't very fun,

I'm done being divided,

Guided by "The Help",

I collided with myself,

An elephant with emotions,

Tired of all the commotion,

The plan is already in motion,

Another wave in the ocean,

Hoping to open the hearts,

And start seeing who they are,

Far more then they've been told,

And the old ways fade away,

Into the individuals we're here to play.