In a frenzy,
we laugh away the dreams I had
of how bad this life could be.

At times, I'm taken by the breeze,
And I become nothing but a nomad
in a frenzy.

Then your hands, oh so comely,
shields these eyes to prevent a moenad
of how bad this life could be.

Every time, this touch prevents me,
even at my worst, from becoming gad
in a frenzy.

But I may become ennvi,
curious, just a tad,
of how bad this life could be.

And just as I hoped for,you come for me,
Raging mad;
In a frenzy.

Then I think, how could I ever flee
from this monad;
in a frenzy
of how bad this life could be.