Hardwired.
Hardwired to miss the train of thought that every day is to repeat.
Hardwired to the thought every day is a new day.
Hardwired to forms and patterns,
to the set norms that flatter.
Hardwired to organisations,
the good old trusty corporations.
We receive what we are made to believe to need,
a lot of nothingness and nonsense.
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