Mechanical Herds
Always on the go,
I want to follow, but I have ways of my own.
Here, surrounded by metal, we're supposed to feel safe.
Feed off what they say.
Herd in the directions they want.
Aren't we too old to be spoon fed?
Never can find a straight path.
Maybe it's a reminder of how life is never a straight line.
Still, I snap back.
Still strapped in.
Still moseying along.
But still, I've gotten nowhere.
I look around to see all these other faces.
They don't feel the same.
They're still trapped in this mechanical herd.
I want to follow, but I have ways of my own.
Here, surrounded by metal, we're supposed to feel safe.
Feed off what they say.
Herd in the directions they want.
Aren't we too old to be spoon fed?
Never can find a straight path.
Maybe it's a reminder of how life is never a straight line.
Still, I snap back.
Still strapped in.
Still moseying along.
But still, I've gotten nowhere.
I look around to see all these other faces.
They don't feel the same.
They're still trapped in this mechanical herd.