Born Dead

wow this poem is realy good . your right people form the day they are born are drilled with how to act and be and in the end all people did was make more sheep .

Except the ones that have the guts to leave the herd and live free...and such individuals are always hated  and shunned by all...the black sheep, blessed and cursed at the same time. Thank you so much for your comment my friend :)

"Born to rot and die every day
Born to kneel and hope and pray
Born to be a conceited puppet
A Consumed consumer "
These lines honestly make me so envious coz I really really really wish I came up with those..
I feel this way...despite knowing that it's not gonna help..but..you know what? It's fine. Aren't we all ultimately looking for the same thing..in different forms? And biologically the dominant strains would always impose their desires on the ones that aren't that abundant(I wouldn't use the term "weak" coz I don't think anyone is weak because everyone is mortal)
Loved this one..and I'm jealous coz I wish I had written it..(LOL don't worry I wouldn't discredit you, I have codes of conduct bordering  towards lunacy)

Well jealousy is a good thing haha keeps you motivated. I am honored you liked it, now go write something better ! :D
As for looking for the same thing...friend, i found some peace when i just...stopped looking for much haha, a meaning first and foremost. Life can only be understood with insanity i think...but then again, the need to understand life is a need again...now try to imagine a needless state of existence...shush the damn Self and it's needs...for some seconds or more if you can, embrace Infinity, the Universe, steer away for this world, from Self, empty the cup....
What then...?
When we dare to empty the cup...
something will fill it, the universe hates voids, always looks to fill them up...;)

Love this, your words are intriguing and your style beautiful. Fabulous job!
—Lissie

Thank you so much for your kind words :)