Long ago humans chose their number
We surrendered and entered a system
Becoming numb to our emotions
Where a great machine regulates reward
It considers every individual's needs
After calculation provides sustenance
But we are told we must do more
We must march forward
Believe deeply, accept our master
We must do all that it requires
Fed the propaganda and the lore
How great is the machine master?
Is individuality ever worth allowing?
If having if it causes others to fail?
Is freedom of aspiration allowable
Is one dream better than others?
Is expressions to be fully restored?
How important is it that all perform equally
How important is it for expression be uniform
Or is it?
And if there are rich, must there be poor
Does the machine even care
If all receive what they need
If not all they necessarily want
Why worry the system?
“There is no final one; revolutions are infinite.”
