Follow the leader a wall is built throughout time. A large wall built by the many generations. Each adding to the structure. Each carrying it on, to the next.
I look at the pages that are being written and each is the same as the other. A page that is handed down from father to son, from mother to daughter. A page instructing us on how to follow.
Who is in error? That is a hard question to answer, when all of our hands are holding a brick to add upon a wall. A wall that most of us do not even question. We just do as we are told. It is follow the leader a game we play from birth.
Am I wrong? I asked myself as I look at my brick in my hand. Do I want to add to this wall? A wall that I have no control over it's direction. Where is it going and when did it begin? Questions I have never really asked myself. I just went along following after others building up a wall just because it was there.
No more, No more following a leader that I do not even know. No more working upon a structure without a reason why?
It is strange though to stop while others keep on working. I am no longer a part of the game. I have become a spectator, an outsider to that large group that is playing. It is strange to be awake while others are still walking around in their sleep. I can feel the loneliness of being separate but I cannot return to my slumber. What now, I do not really know but no more of just following the leader.
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