At times I think
Why is life so in sync?
Set rules define everything,
Nothing more complex than a blink
At times, I think
Are we in one conventional slink?
Coiled in monotonous circles
yet silenced by suffocating kinks
At times I think who created this slink?
What creator creates a system
That halts the creative tink?
But why not question what’s embedded in ink?
That’s why at times,
I think:
What if we broke out of that link?
Let our minds free?
Followed our instinct?
Escape the binding, grinding, winding realities we are forced to drink;
Break down the walls of zinc
That hold us in
this societal rink
Throw the rules,
Eradicate the structure, and
Nullify the mandates that
push creativity off the brink
In these times I think,
If the
Algorithm
S
I
N
K
S
That would leave us with a simple
pink
of noise
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