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  • Society already prepared a mould for us
    Before we were born.
    A mould we thought was unique
    A mould that shouldn’t be torn.

    Get on the bus, you need to go to school
    And school, and school, and school
    Until you’ve been educated dumb enough to
    Accept everything you encounter
    Just so the world can keep going
    And you can look cool.

    Do your homework
    Your studying, your revision
    Your exams
    Do all this and they will magically combine to
    Give you the future your parents always
    Wanted you to have.
    Isn’t it?

    You go through the tight squeeze
    That is high school, your mould
    Scraped and scratched and pressed and polished
    Ready for college
    And you’ll know that the work is successful when
    You’ll sit in your office like it was your own choice
    All along.

    It was society’s role
    To make you belong.
    All along.
    You would have been too strong.

    And all that you eventually nurse
    Nothing more than your own battered heart,
    Lying seethed with shock saturated shame
    Shame that you did not fight for your worth
    The worth that was victoriously trampled and shot;
    The very thought
    Rendered meaningless to that brain
    Which it so gladly gifted without shame.

    How to be like them?
    Look, move, walk, talk,
    Cook, clean, act, feel
    Think, like them. And that
    Is the most important trait:
    You must think like them.

    The world will forever be in this stagnated state
    Where everyone is frozen in some semi-conscious jelly
    Of moulded awareness, moulded thoughts, moulded existence
    And we would feel fulfilled by our ability to conform
    To society’s over-encompassing incapability to
    Fix this world.

    How to fix?
    We need people
    No, not them. We need
    Real People
    People not afraid to look at the mould for what it really is
    To question the mould
    To reject the mould
    And be as elastic as they can be
    In order to find their own life purpose,
    To find their own contentment.

    Do you feel that tension of opposites
    Between who you want to be and
    Who you know society is choosing you to be?
    That we are summoned on this one long path
    One step out and to be cordoned off to those groups
    The ‘disabled’, the ‘ill’, the ‘rejects’,
    ‘Failures’ society never made a real effort to even glance upon.

    So you grow up, like you should,
    Fitting the mould and following the path, like you should
    Until you’ve lived half your life
    Got children, got wife
    But you’re still hollow and empty inside
    You’ve done nothing:
    Planned, gathered, initiated, achieved;
    You never aimed for anything that truly
    Grew out from your mind and soul, to reach out
    And touch other minds forced into the same mould
    To liberate their imprisoned thoughts
    From never crying out in defiance.

    Besides, do you see,
    You never fit into the large shoes
    Your young and boundless mind dreamt up for you
    All those years ago, when you swept aside those
    Shiny aspirations and goals, to painfully swallow
    The black poison of society, made hallow.

    And until you can scavenge for answers
    Real answers, to the questions below,
    You still remain stuck with society
    In society, on society, up with society
    So be it, society.

    Who do you want to be?
    Where do you want to be?
    What do you want to achieve?
    How do you want to achieve it?
    When do you want to achieve it?
    Why do you want to achieve it?

    For knowing those, is to honestly know yourself,
    Without society whispering every answer
    In your flightless ear.

    [photo credits go to rightful owner - I do not own it at all]
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