Billy And The Clonosaurus

This misanthropy grows inside, now it consumes me
Lemmings sway and shuffle to the cliffs edge
Each one identical, each a unique and beautiful snowflake
Contradicting myself now
Is this a sign of my acceptance?
As the transparent, carbon copies of life pass by
I question my own existence
Conform, conform
Life ends one minute at a time, yet it becomes so fulfilling
When your potential comes crashing down

Should I join?
Is it now time to care?
Observing the mass production, of this modern, template for happiness
Was there ever such thing as freedom?
Did we ever have a choice?
They continue to pull the strings
Simply puppets in pantomime
Distracted, deceived, and lied to
They transform us all from Billy
Into just another, insignificant clonosaurus