I am tired, I am weak
I would speak up, but my voice is
now just that of a whisper,
quiet and soft spoken.
What purpose would it even serve?
For your ears are clogged from reality with hypocrisy and lies.
I am confused, I am conflicted
I would show you what you're doing wrong, but my eyes are blurred
obstructing my path,
leaving everything unclear.
Still i can see you are not the same.
Instead of my fearless friend is now one who follows the crowd without questioning, without a secong thought.
As you follow you don't look where it is you go.
Just be careful not to fall.
There's no way back from idiocracy.
Remember it was your choice.