This is a topic, I know all too well.
The people whom stop you, what the hell?
Did they really just... I'm at a loss for words,
Did they just say, how freakin absurd.

Do they know how to breath? Holy crap do they drive?
How do they handle traffic? How the hell are they alive?
These people are clueless, yet they pass off as being,
The world is a mystery, and they simply aren't seeing.

They somehow make it by, without a worry or care.
Their eyes glazed over, just a blank stare.
The lights are on, but nobodies home,
The shell of a human, simply a drone.

Life must be easy, when you don't have a worry,
When you walk your own pace, never in hurry.
They walk like sheep, doing as their told,
Waiting to be ordered, by someone so bold.

They don't live to serve, they simply just do,
Never questioning a thing, like me or you.
They never know why, nor do they ask,
They simply just perform, whatever the task.

It's definitely not for me, I question too much,
my employers will tell you, agreeing with such,
I may be clueless, but I know questions are key,
to prevent being clueless, it just isn't for me.

If you want to be clueless, you go right ahead,
Do not ask questions, until you are dead,
For the less you find out, the happier you'll be,
Being clueless is good, I caused myself misery.

If I could go back, I'd stop asking why,
I would accept what I'm told, and just get by,
I would not use my voice, I would not ask a soul,
For I would be happy, instead of unwhole.