Society says “Be yourself”,
But it also say “Don’t do it that way”,
You have freedom in your voice,
But be careful with what you say,

We run around like rats in a massive rat race,
With our minds trapped in a rat like, sheep like, monkey delusion,
We are born free but imprison ourselves,
As we spend our entire lives in this concrete confusion,

Most people hate on the pigeon,
Their name being called Flying Rats,
But maybe them people are just envious,
Cos at least the pigeon can fly away whilst we remain forever trapped,

Trapped in the concrete of fake that we reside in,
As we trust our lives with the untrustworthy AI that is not real,
Our whole future written out for us,
By the chipboard, motherboard, stone and steel,

We are lost, misguided and don’t know where to go,
Running round like headless chickens,
Trying to get even more faster,
But in a forever state of go-slow,

As we silently die,
In the cold robotic algorithms of AI,
We constantly trip over our own feet,

We lose more and more of our way,
The more we stay,
Trapped in the confusion of the concrete.

Wrote on the 24/04/2026