Imitation saturates behavior.
drowned in reactions, thinking we're unlike them
but it's been done before, unconscious of the war
some become like others down to the very core.
And sometimes ignorance, in all its bliss
will force us down the trail of an unwanted wish.
Though knowledge of own actions remain in safety
still shadows exist, outlining what "could be"
Eyes up ahead, never turning around
We're internally focused, 'til we hear that sound
that echo of hidden flaws, impossible to believe
yet there it is, a younger voice mimicking our deeds
The moment of realization passes the slowest
as dawns the question- did we fail the test?
An uncomfortable epiphany
I never wanted them to be like me.
Yet here they are, staring at my heart.
Trailing an arrow that never hit its mark.
Turning around is no longer an option.
Required to watch an ever growing reflection.
Behavior remains saturated by imitation
designed to impact a new generation
The hand that we played may soon be forgotten
A web of replication willingly caught in.