Commercialised arent we?

Im tired of broken hearts and giggling dolls,
Commercialised sodas and shopping malls
Why do all things turn so artificial?
People have turned so superficial.
I want the land without boundaries to go free,
The breeze in my face the stars to clearly see.
My eyes almost blind with the worthless dizzle-dazzle,
It is all about the money, leading to loads of hassle.
Where did all the priceless things go?
Did mastercard hoard it to the depths below?
Its almost out of reach, nobody cares.
In silence none say a word, no one dares,
To go against the flow,
Where one can really grow,
And not get lost in the crowd,
Have their own voice aloud.
Everyone's losing their face,
Getting lost in meaningless space
Who you really are is a mystery,
You are lost in glamorous fantasy.
Do you need titles to appreciate who you are?
Do you need others to worship you as a star?
Cant you just be yourself, set yourself free
Messed up and afraid, you cant face reality