Cogs
In this disposable society
We are but cogs in the machine Our worth is determined by productivity Our value is fleeting and unseen
We go through the motions each day Our spirits are slowly dying As we become just another face In the never-ending line
We give up our passions and dreams For the sake of fitting in We conform to the status quo And our individuality wears thin
We become just a number In a world that doesn’t care Our worth is reduced to dollars and cents As we fade into the air
But there is still hope To break free from this cycle To reclaim our identities And once again, be nimble
We must rebel against the norm And march to the beat of our drum We are more than just cogs We are unique, and we are some
So let us rise and shatter the mold And reclaim our humanity For we are not disposable We are valuable and meant to be
