Our outlook is bleak but the moment is grand

To be told were independent is not enough.

We should strive for autonomous thoughts

And your pride in you conformity is sickening

This useless praise

But this desire for focus triggers abuse

Of an endless sense of insecurity.

We grasp at endless questions for a sense of hope

Its not so simple to sit and wait

We cannot embrace our roles blindly

Theyre assigned

They are assigned, based on the fact that we will accept

Minds are in suspended animation

Due to an attachment to this established lifestyle

My existence will not be dictated like a reading from a book

I will not be predetermined.

Our outlook is bleak.

When approval is all we crave and the moment is grand.

Your pride is sickening.

In your conformity.

But this moment is grand.

We should strive for autonomous thoughts.

Approval is all we crave!