Why are we so scared of dystopia?
Would you even know
If you were one of
Them?
And everyone
The great collective.
So do you believe
That the collective cannot contain
Your own consciousness?
And everyone else is simply
A different expression
Of you?
We all imagine
Streams of grey suits
Marching even step
To their offices
But that’s not you
That’ll never be you!
I know it
You love your freedom
So go and be your unique self
Put on your light blue shirt and red socks
Walk to a nice spot in a clearing
And write something creative
Ignore the fields of light blue
Speckled with red
That stretch
Out in front of you
Your individuality matters