Poem - 30 October 2023, 16:54

Evermore, Evermore

Evermore haunted with the past,of how things where and should
My mistakes where so plenty and few things I did right
And yet those chances I got ,to make difference I took, I was wrong

The fighting spirit is strong and yet we faltered
When we believe, we are wrong .Perhaps we should have fought.
Where did we step away? From the truth and now we are in dismay.

I stepped into reality,took in my equality,in the name of progressing?!?
In a world of ideology, where the norm is not meant to be
We must all! Be individuals, so unique! Yet not! Government numerals.

The fighting spirit is strong and yet we faltered
When we believe, we are wrong .Perhaps we should have fought.
Where did we step away? From the truth and now we are in dismay.

The act of being so unique,so driven to be in a singularity
We forget it all! To be in unity, we are lead, to be in obesity.
But coloured hair! Makes me stand apart,call me a Bot, but not he or she

The fighting spirit is strong and yet we faltered
When we believe, we are wrong .Perhaps we should have fought.
Where did we step away? From the truth and now we are in dismay.

Here we are, as a dot in society, with a name,but what it means ?
Just numbers in the clog in a wheel, given orders! By the companies.
In the believe, to be unique! in society! with gendering that confuses you.

The fighting spirit is strong and yet we faltered
When we believe, we are wrong .Perhaps we should have fought.
Where did we step away? From the truth and now we are in dismay.

We go to school where its imprinted, too be unique and your not to be.
Strip it all, your ideology, Not a girl, or a boy, you see. Listen now your just a bee.
Evermore , Evermore we are taking a ride, ride filled by ideas of truth or lies.
I tried my best to be unique, but in the end I wanted to be norm.
Just me, as me , like I was born , not a idea given by the unorm ,as a Bot.

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Kristin Gudbjar...30 October 2023, 17:20

Haunted by the past, I ponder what could last,
Mistakes aplenty, with a few things right, I cast,
Chances for change I took, but alas, I moved too fast.

Our fighting spirit, resolute, but we faltered and fell,
In our beliefs, we stumbled, as if under a spell,
Where did we depart from truth, it's hard to tell.

I entered reality, embraced equality's plea,
In a world of ideologies, where norms aren't meant to be,
We must be unique individuals, not mere numerals, you see.

The spirit of the fight remains strong and true,
Perhaps we should've stood our ground and knew,
Where we lost touch with the truth, now in rue.

Being unique, driven toward singularity's glow,
We sometimes forget unity, letting conformity grow,
Colored hair sets me apart, labels may come and go.

The fighting spirit's vigor, never ceased to soar,
Yet we faltered in our beliefs, which we once swore,
Where did we veer from truth, leaving us wanting more?

We're just dots in society, names that lose their sheen,
Reduced to cogs in a wheel, corporate orders intervene,
In the quest for uniqueness, we're caught in a confusing scene.

The fighting spirit persists, even though we strayed,
Perhaps we should have resisted the norms, and not obeyed,
Where did we lose sight of the truth, now left dismayed?

In schools, they teach us to be unique, it's true,
Stripping away ideology, we're not just girl or boy, it's not new,
Now we're simply a part of the hive, like a busy bee, through and through.

Evermore, we're on a ride, filled with truths and lies,
I tried to be unique, but in the end, I yearned to be wise,
Just me, as I was born, not molded by societal ties,
No longer a bot, but a free spirit, under clear skies.