Illusion
We are all the dancing crap of the world Living in the illusion of being someone else What it's like to be ourselves nobody tells Never been the way we crafted ourselves Coz every now and then comparing with everybody else Standing on someone's else shoulder calling ourselves tall doesn't make one Walking on someone's else way will never get your job done Slowly the inner self is fading away The self respect has lost its charm Those fake influencers are making people blind Showing the world that they are the only true kind Celebrities are just dancing crap of money They advertise which they never use Only the fair one wins which they choose We are all just living in comfort of those tiny little shells What our future will be only our karma tell Those comforts and pleasure started a pool of laziness Worrying and complaining have became daily task Wondering those days when your hobbies hot all attention you ask...