Monsoon Madness

It's nothing more

Than a little bit of

Monsoon Madness

In the air.

It's time to love

Three of four times over.

It's time to hate.

O! All encompassing hate.
It's time again

To live for yourself,

To live for fun

And all other things you didn't like.

There's monsoon madness

In the air.

It makes me reckless,

It makes me dare

To challenge the truths

I made for myself

When I was young

Only to know that

They were lies, fit only to be

Washed away

By the monsoon madness

In the air.

Come to me

Once again.

Let me show you

What it's like

To throw away

Those ideals

And those norms

Of decorum

To which one must

Always conform.

Let me breathe

A new breath.

Let me feel

A new touch

Of tender leaves,

Of green sprouts

And some such things

That come out

When there's

Monsoon madness

In the air.

Look above

To the new life.

Forget yourself -

Who you were

And what you stood for.

Lose yourself

In this madness

Of grey clouds,

And flashing thunder

And raindrops,

And muddy water

Collected on the

Marble steps

Of the porch

On which I stand.

This monsoon day

When there is

Monsoon madness

In the air.

Nothing more than

Monsoon madness

In the air.