I Write Mediocre Poetry

Succumbing to a world of fakes, frauds and phonies is easy for most,
Locked away are their hearts, minds and souls, all they can do is boast,

For most are hesitant to fully engage with sincerity and trust,
It is mulch too easy for many to play the game of pretend and lust,

A bunch of people hiding behind masks they've forever sealed,
Nobody really ever takes the time to listen or just feel,

Fear is the greatest weapon against the mind, it leaves the heart frozen and the soul blind,

Life is full of disappointment for many, nobody is immune,
Everybody out there now dancing to one single tune,

Individualism is dead, no longer being fed,
Conforming and becoming sheep, afraid of searching deep,

What becomes of people who seek the comfort of a cattle stampede?
Who no longer attempt to plant one single seed?