Slowly they come fencing in
With genuine consern and feining
With all promises, our brain fanning
Finding oneself in a mental ghetto.

The prophet termed it hedonism
That is why the altruism?
That is our ancestors' system
Setting oneself in the mental grip

It is that I say it in my place
No wonder you also say that in your palace
And they say what we can not trace
And we find others in mental abandon.

Truth or opinion, what are the facts?
The more we particularise our acts
And see others points as only facades
No surprise! that is the little prison.