A typical cliche

Presented a thought,obeyed with no question of why this is
The blind lead the blind into a state of comfort
That we can make a difference
That we can make a difference
I look for my peers
I look for something that has worth
I look for my peers,received by cold stares
Contempt for the questions I have unanswered for the people that have greeted me
Fear of unacceptance had bred us into accepting
Fear of unacceptance has bred us into accepting
One thought repeated over and over
Why must we continue?
Eat what we are fed,buy what we are told,feel these things that will mean nothing