Life in a deep mist,
Foggy minds in a short gist,
Love comes last on my list,
Passion is a feary beast.

It kills me with terror,
It leaves me in failure,
It makes me a traitor,
One without a shelter.

It's more than a phase,
There are only cloudy days,
For me while counting the maize,
Why should I be the one who pays?

Seconds pass in a hurry,
And passion is still so blurry,
Rainy nights when I worry,
Will snow fall down when I bury?