I move as one, with a thousand others,
An entity in my own right,
Yet part of the collective.
I am autonomous and solely accountable,
But remain imprisoned in the collective.
I try to break out, to flex the boundaries,
But am rebuffed, dumped back into place.
Like a pawn on a chessboard,
I have my role to play.
But never should I dare,
To aspire for more.
I am a pigeon and this is my hole.
Earning my feed,
I am expected to succeed.
But not too far
Stifled ambition is my legacy
To break the mould, heresy