startup lines of my first book...'the beginning of an end'

"With some sprouted dreams in their eyes, they slowly start the day, assuming their dreams and they themselves are unique enough and certainly this time they'll going to make a difference. But soon they found that they are no more but a numb part of this blind race, seeing them dissolving gradually within this dreary mob.

      All they find along is the fear of dilution, feeling deprived and unjustified for their own existence and freedom, amid the way towards that dusky end.

      At last, those sprouted dreams were caged, identities being lost upon, tearless eyes turned pale, precipitating the colour of that dreadful dusk...

      ...and the day ends in a hurry in order to start again with an optimistic new beginning."

-unbound mohit