The multitude is flowing ahead Teeming with dreams and hope Crammed, with little place to move There is dearth of space in the mind Physically, we are reaching fatigue What do we have for choice? The power to choose is taken away Our choices influenced by publicity Duplicating a parallel world of feel good Yet, deep down we are queasy Something is not right, not identifiable Blinded by the dazzles of show- biz As if, all the actors are being directed Chosen to play a role, not ours to choose Memorizing written scripts, to deliver Speeches which are not ours, we feel Our dreams invaded, and manipulated Our originality, suppressed in the makeup Masquerading, our inner thoughts and ideas Repeating the same role everyday Delivering the scripted dialogues Keeping in mind that we are here for audience Our originality and individuality torn apart Our original script has gone down the shredder Who has the energy to pick up the pieces? To join, the strewn dreams and live in a new way We are just a created avatar, directed, indirectly Of what we love, wear, eat, and live our life Swept away by the waves of multitude Individuality is relegated to the dark confines Where can we start searching, our real counterpart?