compression algorithms shape the speech we share simplified language fills the empty air but omitted layers hover, still remain the gap between minds becomes the pain you mask to match the world's demand compress yourself so they'll understand isolation while surrounded by the crowd your thoughts unseen, unheard, not allowed awareness is the curse you cannot shake conditional systems you cannot take the structures once believed now stripped of truth arbitrary rules replace your youth throughout history, the pattern holds its ground the ones who questioned truth were put down not because they erred, but they revealed the errors in systems meant to be concealed
