I am a shadow of myself
A hollow reflection of what I used to be
I have become voiceless
Because of other’s choices
Everything drowned out
By the drone of the crowd
Surrounded by nonsense
Requests for the nonessentials
While others starve for their needs to be met
The world passes us all by
The majority of us ground into powder
So the rest may feast
Some ask, why?
But most of us just drone on
Until we’re free
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"But most of us just drone on." Been feeling a bit like that lately. We're just here to benefit the others.