-Why the Mold!

Beneath the sky where billions roam,

In daily toils, each finds a home.

A world in motion, tasks unfold,

Yet echoes question, why the mold?

In every corner, daily rites,

A tapestry of shared delights.

But midst the crowd, a whisper calls,

Why dance in unison, the halls?

For each a song, a tale untold,

In unique hues, our dreams unfold.

Why tread the path that others pave,

When destinies await the brave?

In busy streets and quiet nooks,

We're authors of our private books.

So ponder, as the world spins by,

Why be a note in the same old sky?