some people hide behind towers of make up
some in well polished clothes
with their executive prose
some give a rose
to make up what love is
some candy and chocolates
to make up how it taste
some hide themselves in the latest craze of fashion
the stuff to carry their strut
adorning a depiction of an insatiable lust
some make good use of religion
telling tales that without it they wouldn’t have got their millions
but sadly they just make promises never meriting trust
i guess we all hide ourselves one way or another
we look like freedom
but the truth is
our life is still in isolation
