I am addled, befuddled and intoxicated

where I am being spindled

I want to go it free.

Yet my eyes are hazy and heavy.

My chest hollow.

My hands loose.

My head twriling.

Yet i'm the best man on earth.

Yes! the perfect man.

I step a step to the right

but my foot goes left.

I step a step forword

yet my foot goes backwards.

But "No problem, Brother", I shout

"This is the feeling of charisma."

I am with the turban

of thorns on my head.

I am with the cross

of tons on my shoulder.

But Yes! I am happy

with the halo of millions over my head.

I am feeling high

On the road to the sky

with my wings spread

My mind going in and out.

Alas! I hear those voices again,

"Who wants to play hide and seek,

Who wants to play hide and seek?"

Those moments,

In the corridor

dark and lenghthy

with mobs of guys

running with howls of wolves

And then!

the echoes coming aloud,

followed by silence.

With bats flying high

With fear of spirits.

Yet again we are all there

To play hide and seek

To show here

we really are creeps.