Mad

It’s bad, it’s sad

To have this imp recurrently fluttering in your ears

It’s sad, it’s bad

To have tides in your eyes and never feel the tears

It’s bad, it’s sad

To be afraid of staying and still don’t want to go

It’s sad, it’s bad 

When your body says yes and your mind says no

…

It’s sad… It’s bad… it’s mad…

Concoction of senses

Tourbillion of menses

Similarity of differences

Myriad of offences

Graveyard of intelligences

Numbness of frequencies

Labyrinth of fences

…

It’s bad, it’s sad

When you feel blessed by the dread touch of a curse

It’s sad, it’s bad

When you’re aware that things can only turn to worse

…

So sad when it’s bad

So bad when it’s sad

So mad…