lost on the path

But alas; sometimes I think we've lost our way- too many strayed opinions...one too many a survey. Walking on the road ahead, just following the herd of sheep- with a hypnotised mind, wide awake yet very fast asleep. While yelling...join the team of the future progressiveness- but if you don`t your old fashion, head full of mindlessness. The enchanting light, a blinding fantasy world- is a place where viewpoints, twisted and whirled. The lights words spoken from an over opinionated mind- but it is taken as the whole truth for one, and all of mankind. Their flags are waved high, as they scream and chant= to join with this new order of things, many just can`t. It`s a path they want us to heavily tread- but it`s a needle many, don`t want to thread. With all our differences we live in a blended pot- so to boil it too fast...we risk spoiling the lot. The older generation think it's a movement like a hypnotising cult- and their minds have been struck down by a thunderous lightning bolt. The generation of now say "your way too old to understand, Mr Boomer"- but the boomers say "your so out of touch, with no sense of humour.