The Point of Conformity

Living in this mutant world
With the things staying as they were
With the same kind of circumstances faced
As our ancestors who laid their lives to waste

Without realising we're actually following
The clear path laid by our ancestors oh so rightly
Rather than taking a risk, fighting with circumstances
So that we can lead a well and comfortable life

But then what's the point of this
Where we conform to a life without our choice
Where the master race decides our fate
So that we can lead our life without any pain

We don't need to stick to conformity which
Is right or safe, or else what exactly is
The point of life where we don't make our own mistakes
And do what we must do and not make or break our own life's