They say we aren’t slaves to anything,
But they can’t start the day without coffee.
They chase pleasures of the body,
Never able to fully let go.

They feel lost if they don’t follow the latest trends,
Their emotions change with what others do.
They need approval just to feel proud,
As if their value depends on someone else’s words.

They want money to feel important,
To stand above others in society’s eyes.
And still, they say, “We are not slaves,”
Blind to the things that quietly control them.