LOST (To Be Found)

I fiddle with folly

I dare the devil

I meddle with madness,

I scorn at sense.

It glares, I’m beside myself,

Taken I am in a trap,

Caught in the beats of the gods,

Dancing away without thoughts.

Madness is here, o madness is here

Folly furnishes me fully,

I’m taken on from head to toe,

Treading the paths unknown.

They bid me come, I come,

They bid me go, I go,

Far, far from the worlds of men,

Wandering away with shouts, amen.

Reproach, o reproach! Derision!

The meat on the table of scorners,

Eat away friends, eat away,

I’m the one the gods made a prey.

They say a river does not flow back,

That a cake can only once be eaten,

They say that once beaten twice shy,

So tell me why I’m on this path again, why?

Hence it is must be folly I say,

Awwww, how I love this taste of madness,

How I love this music of the gods,

If I dance well, I might earn mine cords.