Who we are?

Day in and day out
I ask this question
To myself and to the people around
and to others who are on this ground

I ask them the same question
of which they seldom have a different answer
They say they're here for a cause
A cause that is controlled from the beyond
Oh how wrong they are
Because no one knows who we are

They say they are here for the masses
And they say they are here to smell the roses
Little they know that the masses move away
and the roses they smell always fade away
What remains behind is themselves
An identity they want to preserve as star
Always bright and full of hopes
Oh how wrong they are
Because no one knows who we are
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This is my first poem ever.
I know it sounds stupid but this reflects my mood today.
And don't worry I won't bore you fellas with more poems. Its just once in a bluemoon kind of an activity.