Paper Cups

Why do we follow the crowd, even when the crowd is stumbling blindly?

The downtown streets,
Are lined with paper cups,
For a celebration,
No one understands.
Yet they file down the sidewalks,
Throw their lives away,
Never dream of what may come.
And the days they pass,
Fall into obscurity,
No one cares,
Lives cut short,
And paper cups line the streets again.