Are you who you think
You are? That is
The flesh that holds you, does it match?
We've all seemed to master this game
Of metamorphosis. We grow
Up into what we are told to be.
Our souls shrink
Like your favorite sweater
Until you don't know
If you are who you thought you were.
Have you changed?
Don't answer.
That's what they want you to do
Think fast.
Take the idea slow
And steady. But if you won't accept
The living you should do, you can never
Treasure the life you're given.
How easy it is to disappear
Into the black shuffling crowd.
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Submission Name: Life Sans Living
