Mass

Our culture is molding us

A living writhing army we are
Breathing in disjointed rhythmic unison

Each bent on the same individualism

That fashions us as one

Mass production is the means

Fear of anonymousness is the catalyst

With suppressed panic we seek

Autonomy

Through all the outlets and options

Society eagerly presents us

But each of these paths is a

Media-shepherd's

By our many labels we show

Our true colors as woolly white

Science is the way of the future

All data and classes and drugs

To define and refine what we're losing

The very adventure of living

Classifications and nominations regulate

Our very genes--our uniqueness--

To a string of 0s and 1s

So ask yourself

Am I happy

Creating a utopia about me

Fueling my eagerness for self-importance

By buying into the bleating mass

Content to be among peers

Each striving for a goal

Or have all my decisions

My variables

Created but an intricate

A predictable code?