A mad man's world.

Darling, did someone warn you that it was a mad man's world? 

When you hopped around in that pretty little dress bubbling with ideas and gleaming at the thought of making it big one day, did you expect what's it going to be like? 

When you invited a bunch of frolicking lads you solemly swore to your protected little toy, were the true meaning of friendship, to join in over a game of tea party, or when you blew off the candle which exclaimed to be marked as "four", would one day itch in the name of competition on the other side of the door? 

When you turned you back, as everyone passed the box of parcel until the music hymned, 

Did it ever occur to you, how everyone shrugged it forward, just like responsibility as the time trimmed? 

When you saw your father all suited up, ready to face the bright sunny day, 

The smile hid the reality of people's intentions and dirty office ways,

Yet with age, you let yourself get engulfed  in this mad man's world so ugly, 

Diseased with the syndrome to make it big somehow, in what field you still haven't chalked out even roughly? 

Tiptoeing your way through today, you watch a zillion people cross your path , pushing, snatching or staring in oblivion, this mind races to the possibilities of an end or a new start

You murmur to yourself, in amaze and wonder, 

Will I just be another swan in the lot, choosing the wrong field and making a blunder? 

I hope you find the right direction soon which truly makes me happy, 

Because darling it's a mad man's world so snappy!