Can we believe in madness?
In this little story of insanity?
Have we lost our marbles?
And our will to live?
Is this heartfelt sadness?
Or emotional illiteracy?
Whats it really matter
With todays lack of social harmony
All for one
With nothing for each other
Selflessness turns to selfishness
As modesty becomes egoism
What shallow times we live in
As we are but slaves to our vanity
Commercialisation defines teenage sensation
As yesterdays adult struggles with modernisation
