Controlling My Madness

There's no minute in the day that I don't think about her; I've been bewitched by eyes that hold their spell on me... being away from her is endless despair. Controlling my madness is not an easy task, it's wearing a mask and make believe I'm fine; it could be a warning of jealousy... something I'm not aware of: unless I look inside myself and dive in the waters of doubt asking for mercy, hoping they won't confine... and leave me without breath, expecting the arrival of death! I concentrate on my work, but it doesn't help a bit, my glance is stuck on the clock: time stands still and makes me angry; I try not to distracted myself from what I'm doing, I might as well be deaf not hear her calling, not seeing her happy smile... ah, that's a horrible feeling! I should get away from here and be be in those arms all the while! Controlling my madness takes deeper awareness, that indisputable trust in faithfulness that I doubt a lot; controlling my madness is painting a gray sky in blue shades, but underneath it shows gloominess... no, nobody can change it's mood of sadness!