Caged humans

Our lives are really independent as we think?...

We are all prisoners of life
In the form of commitment ahead us
Either to work or to the family. 
We don't live for ourselves;
In someway, we are influenced by others
Independent-living we attained is;
After losing the real freedom, we sought .
Possessing money gave us all pleasures
But it buried the true passion inside us.
Without destination,we all are traveling;
Like a horse with blinkers on eyes
Restraining ourselves from the reality around us.
Routine life keeps us busy without doubt
But are we all happy about our present?
Though we been accustomed to the cage
We still search for the things,we didn't lose
In the end ,we wanna escape-out to look for it
But relation- bonding,we been tied don't let us
And the handcuff,we been locked never releases!

Author's Note

I welcome Corrections to make my writing better.