Individuality Isn't What It Used To Be

Each of us
Is a living billboard
What do you stand for?

Some wear black
Dream of hell
Are clothed in skin painted in figures
That dance in pagan firelight

Some wear crosses
Dream of heaven
Are clothed in skin painted by visible sin
That not even priests know what they like

Some wear clarity
Dream of another life
Are clothed in skin that they feel is not their own
That they believe belongs to someone with their presence.



Some
Dream
For that is their essence



But they all stand
For abstract ideas
Thoughts that are theirs
Along with anyone else that thinks them

There is no such thing as individuality
Yet, there is no such thing as conformity.