They move in even numbers 
A harmonic drive 
Like bees to the hive 
Ignorant to their blunders 

I'm choosing to go West 
Uneven miles 
No plastic smiles 
Done feeling like a "guest" 

The Human Herd is on the move 
A perfect line 
Every time 
With their calibrated hooves 

I do not mean to judge
But would rather be a smudge 

On a "Perfect World" 
You can HAVE your pearl! 

Because, alone, I shall trudge