Imprisoned

Do we really use our minds?

To lead the lives we lead today,

Are we not just mechanical beings?

Going round and round and round again,

From place to place without purpose,

We perform a task without a thought,

We imbibe knowledge without question,

Are we not mere imitations of each other?

Are we not mere reflections of our time?

A time where individual thought is replaced,

Replaced by monotony, replaced by regularity,

There’s no room left for originality,

No room left for innovation, invention and discovery,

We swim in popular culture, letting ourselves drown,

We live each day just like the other,

Not learning from our mistakes,

Not stressing on our successes,

We accept the mediocrity in our lives,

We accept the monotony,

We live in a sea of uninterested faces,

Slowly losing our selves

In meaningless chatter

We don’t know intimacy,

We don’t know compassion,

Time is never on our side,

As we rush through our lives,

Not really living.