Robots.

I am a robot. Same path. Same day. Same speeches in my head. Same resistance to receive. Same reasons not to believe. Same thoughts in my mind. So many pre-designed reasons why to rhyme. Same futile desire to go to bed on time. Synced in with my peers. My mechanical dreams of a life beyond. Same old obsolete hanging on. The only that changes is you. But I’ve already explored that avenue. Now your weak whim to be different is merely the same. So prematurely ends your game. We are the robot.

What I am.

I was the difference between civil rights and you hanging from a tree.
The difference between fighting for what you believe and settling for what you merely receive.
Between landing on the moon and guessing what's above, all too soon.
Between a happy family with two parents and a child who knows only hurt and pain.
Between community and discourse.
I was the thing that kept your kids safe on the street rather than dead on their feet.
I was the difference between having something to wake up for - man, they just don't care no more.
Apathy just reigns free.
They got no use for me.

But this was back in the day when I mattered. Back in the back when I meant something.