Mad World

Mad World

Mad—this world I entered so,

Dazzled by its reckless glow.

I fought to flee, yet it drew me near,

Awakening me, dispelling fear.

It teased, it played, it lured me in,

To taste its madness, drink its sin.

It dressed me up in life’s embrace,

Then spun me in its wildest race.

Childhood left, a fleeting hour,

Dancing, laughing, lost in power.

Then youth arrived with reckless pride,

The world still laughing, open wide.

It led me on, no rest, no pause,

A ceaseless chase, a tireless cause.

I climbed, I clung, I spun around,

Yet in its madness, I was bound.

Mad—this life that whispered sweet,

Now burdens me with toil and heat.

How shall I flee, where shall I go,

If I let go, will it bestow—

A peace, a silence, a breath so free,

Or will it take the rest of me?

Should I dance or stand so still,

Let the storm decide my will?

Yet wisdom calls, a voice so light,

To live with madness, not in fright.

Embrace the dance, the fleeting glance,

For such is life—a mad romance.

Yet know the path, where freedom lies,

Beyond the world, beyond the skies.

For He who shaped this stormy sea,

Holds its end and destiny.

So let the madness rise and fall,

For He alone will tame it all.