Old School

You think you're special. News flash, everybody does. Everybody tries so hard to be different that you all end up the same.

People just refuse to acknowledge that their lives are, all in all, unremarkable, bland, uniform. They wish to be different but don't have the stones to actually be.

We are lost, as a race. We all wish to forge our own path, but instead we shun those who do.

And we herd the lost sheep back to the corral, yet we wish we were in their place.

And in the grand game of life, there is no winner.