The Present Day Poem by Casual Anarchy

Like sheep to a shephard
we do follow
fueling a infinite boundless sorrrow
We live if only for tommorrow
with minds left hollowed
By a generatinon of A.D.D. and S.T.D. and S.F.P.D.
Why does no one see?
Why don't you ask what happened to me
It is so hard to be
Living in a flock of black sheep
Trying to wake while still asleep
Trying to breath when ten feet deep
promises nobody can keep
profits you cannot reap
In the present where love is cheap.