Don’t expect a drum roll warning
From mirth & madness that ferments in the mind
A sudden snap
…and a mental bone is broken
A kind of derangement, a doolally thing
The intemperate mind – its boiled blood
It’s screaming, raving and bodes no good
No coming back from that,
..no path of least resistance
…the only place to go, is crazy
When your mind swings on the roundabout
…it’s one split second and away
inside, outside, upside down
You’re clinging to the plot with all you’ve got
Finally, losing it!