The Protocol of Life

The sun comes up every morning burning bright

The moon is responsible for lighting up the night

As humans, we have feelings, thoughts, and a voice

But are we individuals, do we really have a choice?

Our world where being part of the society is critical

Has programmed us to be less human and more mechanical

Be part of the system if you want to last

Be different and you are an outcast

The rights and the wrongs of this world are already defined

Exploring is forbidden and thus there is nothing to find

Life has a protocol that each one of us has to follow

A bitter truth that, without thinking, we swallow

This world doesn't need humans, it needs machines

The same drama playing over and over on its screens

But to me, it somehow doesn't make any sense

It nullifies the whole concept of having an experience

I observe the rise and fall of waves in the ocean and wonder

Do they have any rule to form a tide together and then sunder?

Does the wind blow in a predefined direction and at a decided speed?

And is there a protocol for the trees to grow the same from every seed

I want to ride the ocean rather than being one of the anchored ships

To think with my heart and mind and not some pre-programmed chips

I am not a rat and thus this race is not mine to run

Trying to best others rather than yourself has never been fun

I am a free bird and the enormous sky is my playground

I spread my wings wide and even by the wind I am not bound

I make my own decisions and set up my own trends

And when I find myself, that is when my journey ends