Part of the Herd

If I repeat a common thought If I regurgitate a popular word Or, if I remain quiet Does it make me part of the herd? The herd that thinks the same thoughts They recapitulate the same words Or, they remain quiet A pot never gets stirred I prefer to ask question I don't want to believe, I want to know why Yet every time I ask I'm sarcastically met with a sigh God gave me a brain To think, love, and to grow Where my thoughts end I guess that's a place I don't even know? You see life's full of uncertainties Full of mysteries that go undefined But remember, the moment you name it The mystery becomes your story, not mine So, I'll continue to seek Holding tight to the truth that I know But, when I learn otherwise I have to have the resolve to let go Or else, I'm holding on to emotion Like a jeweler trying to sell fake gold It may help in the moment But ultimately, it cripples the soul So, think a new thought Question every single word Never remain silent Don't become part of the herd?