I had a nightmare,
Where people were all the same,
From their eyes to their hair,
From their wealth to their fame.
These people spoke in beat,
Like a drummer was in their head,
They clapped their hands and stomped their feet,
To one tune they were lead.
These people may have looked alike,
And acted as if the same,
But their minds were free and fresh and ripe,
Their minds could not be tamed.
But their mind had no control,
Over their body and its movements,
As if a watchdog was on patrol,
Ready to attack if one stepped off the pavement.
When I awoke we were still all alike,
With the same breath and blood,
Yet we trample each other with spikes,
And leave each other in the mud.
