Welcome to the egocity

There was a place
where people smiled all day.
They weren't rich of money
but millionares of love.
They didn't have mine or your's
but our.
I promised myself to go again
everytime i feel lonley and sad.

After years i return
to the place of happiness
but people didn't smile
the ''our'' had now became ''mine''
they were rich, but poor.
They lived unpeacefully in their egocity.

Hey, people, where's your love?
where's your smile?
Have you sold it for money?
Noone even saw me
noone even heard me
noone even told me :
''welcome to the egocity''...