I stroll across the empty streets, and a thought inside me, confusingly, creeps.
This money that flows, making our life so low, opens the endless desire to claim.
Is that what brings us a change?
Attracted to the pompous show and this is how we want to grow.
Glittering shine blinds us from clarity and fades away the concerning reality.
If at all this bite, we, often, shame the plight. Alas, we waste the time in blame.
Is that what brings us a change?
In the mad race we run, frequently missing out our daily bun.
We ignore our health and conveniently forget the real wealth.
Non-existent are small pleasures and we wish for a fake treasure.
Is this craving for fame that brings us a change?
Now we look behind from where we stand, deeply searching for our original strand.
It is nowhere to be found, may be dug deep in the ground.
Strengthening the belief that it will never be the same.
As we brought this change… Yes, we brought this change!