Conform

Back on now to the drudge
In a line I will trudge
In a group all the same
We have numbers, don't have names

All of us have hair short
No one dares make a retort
We walk quickly in time
And everyone stops on a dime

Glasses lodged firmly
Upon my nose
A brooding instructor
Directs where to go

Trudging and stomping
Through the world romping
Watch my soul go
Ere I ever know

We all walk to the beat
That a whistler behind us tweets
Marching on in mud and rain
All of our lives will end in vain

We stop then it will begin
The screens flash on to control us
And we were transfixed with this
Our own souls would hardly know us