Molded into every shaped possible doesn't help.

Of course all they want you to do is fit everyone into a box so that your refined and trapped and unable to move so you fit into a shape that they want you To be

No wonder everyone is the same when they say we're different
We are placed in boxes

The boxes are always stacked on top of each other with people sorted because of course it's efficient

But when the stacks get too tall they fall and tumble down to the hound in which we fall out

No wonder when they wander
Out of the box there lost and empty.
there comfort is gone

They have to learn to live with out the box that brings comfort.

Unless everyone loose that wandered away falls into a trap that is the box that brings misery and hopelessness for those who've learned to live without it

There indoctrinated by staying in the box and never leaving no wonder we always see the same things.

But of course there's always inventory in which you are counted as just a number
in a box
As just a number
and then you may be sent aside as useless Without potential

The boxes are always too small cramped, dark, and sealed shut for no eyes to see in or for you to see out to the world

no wonder everthing looks so depressing