Imitation

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.