A single-file line is formed, Before marching in unison, With matching suits and ties, All following our leaders, With hair slicked back similarly, Our scents reminiscent of one another’s, All eyes looking straight ahead, No hesitation is shown, Trained for the same mission, Trained for the same goal, Brainwashed into submission, Containing no thoughts of our own, Taught that it was moral, Taught that it was just, That it would be best for our families, That it would be best for ourselves,

Bai

[2]

Don't leave me alone with my thoughts.

BomberJacknut

What, You Egg?

Here I am, sitting in the dark alone next to the turtle pond. There is no rhyme, no reason, and no sense as the turtles are asleep. I stay up late for no purpose at all and my mind is oft adrift; I worry for the future about the past and evermore the present, but I can't make up my mind and the turtles are asleep. Under muse of calls

Bob

Loud

Loud is the room when your trying to work Loud are your thoughts whenever it hurts Loud are the voices that are calling you names Loud is the silents with a hole through your brain

Bob

Tierd

Tired are your thoughts Tired is your mind But you can not fall asleep Or you'll be left behind