In a production line
everything dulicated
Everything the same
No sign of imagination
No individuality
What a shame
No creativity to ignite our hopes
In a cookie cutter world
We all want to be like eachother
So we just keep dulicating
the same mold

Where is our soul?
Where are the ordinary things
that ignite the fire?
Where is our spirit ?
We are each individual
Creative and Unique
Each life extraordinary