Trapped

We all are trapped by our lies
Made up stories unseen ties,
We all are slaves to our fear
Wanting someone to come near..
We all follow the concreted roads
We all belief that the singing toads - 
Will bring the clouds to this land
The rain will colour green this arid sand..

We all are prisoners of our thought
Practising superstitions a lot,
Believing all that teachers teach
Following what preachers preach..
In this world so meachanised
We hardly know how things are priced,
We loose a part of ourself everyday 
Hands of other mold us like the clay..