Why do we follow the lost,
For it is us who incur cost,
The ones with anger to bait,
The muddled souls of hate.
We know it’s a lie,
Yet still look on and sigh,
A failed leader’s mission,
Truths of parochial vision.
A crowd of like-minded,
Compliant nectar of the blinded,
The fruits of the sheep,
A path of least friction runs deep.
I renounce that which is old,
Discredited, weary and not bold,
It is not from without that I fear,
But those internal opinions held so dear.
It doesn’t function anymore,
You know wisdom’s your core,
Don’t be like the rest,
It is time to accentuate your best.
I dream of the day,
You will see things another way,
Until that moment is now,
Hope you resolve to discover how.