CONFORMITY

These were the days

For autopilot in me is in raise

Follow your mind

And not thy heart, for you will be blind

Fuel yourself for the real deal

So you’ll be the driver of your own wheel

And by the end of the day

I’ll just say that “I’m okay!”

Then my younger sister would say…

“Are you now infected,

By this world full of neglected?”

I wasted most of my time

Did I really lived a life?

I just followed what’s right

And not the star that I covet in the cold winter’s night…