The Glass Prison..........i wrote this.............

(...there seems no end....lost my life,my soul,everything......seems there's no way out.......)



I take a breath......open my eyes

Its a new day.......today i'll break the ice

I look around

My feet are on the ground

I find a hope.........(broken within minutes)



Across the street......we're supposed to meet

Today a song..........will be complete

I had a dream.........i did believe in

I take the final step.........."Where are you going"



The report's at home again

Yes I know i've failed again

And yeah i know i'm not a slave

But cant you see i'm in a cell.......



In this glass prison

This glass prison..

In this glass prison

my glass prison.....





Since birth they said no one cares

If you're 60 or 160 dear

All that matters is what you are

Then why do they wanna hear our marks



All i see is hypocrisy

The truth seems so clear in front of me

If you have some dreams just let them rot

Don't follow them coz you cannot

Cannot survive if you stray............of the beaten path

But what if......if i do try ?

GOD I want back my life



You cant trust anyone but yourself

We make our lives our heaven and hell

They say we're lucky.....to be born free

Many people dont even have a family

Atleast they're not stuck..........in a prison cell

(stuck in a prison cell)



In this glass prison

This glass prison..

In this glass prison

my glass prison.....







GOD!

Forgive me now i've lost my soul

This life today has taken its toll

I've given in to all those lies

Now i have become hollow inside

Alive or dead i cant decide

Incarcerated for life

No parole no pardon now

I have become the prodigal son

I've sold my soul to survive

Taken the easy way, its never right

Now i bide my time in this cell

Cant forget the day i fell.......





In this glass prison

This glass prison..

In this glass prison

my glass prison.....



(You have now begun to fight

Will not witness this unholy sight

I dig this final grave tonite

For those poor souls who didnot fight)

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as i hate it. . .(a cynical view at india's education system)

we students are all part of a mass manufacture
conglomerate called education. all we 'learn'
throughout our school lyf is decided by a select
few who decide what knowledge is and whats nt.
we shud atleast hav dis liberty. its lyk we are
machines who are being programmed to live a lyf
which has been chosen for us. humans graduating
from schools, colleges and uniuersities are in this
way perhaps the most expensive mass produced
machines in the whole world (ranging from
rs.20,000 to about 600,000). the ideal course for
education would be through exploration, i believe,
which is so far from our existing education
infrastructure that it is deemed impractical. as a
result we are becoming mass produced machines
with varying leuels of efficiency that decides our
careers and decides which rules we will follow. lyk
a machine can be produced with varying levels of
workmanship, a student is developed to achieve
varying levels of success. the machine with the
most expensive parts (read best brains) becomes
the most successful individual. we are being fed by
knowledge that we have no means of verifying
and are forced to take it at face value. we keep
working throughout our lives 'fur ubermorgen'-the
day after tomorrow, a b8r tomorrow, a b8r place
to live, a dream that will never be realised in our
lives. . . .so best of luck everyone. . . .

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