It's delicious I can see
made of beauties heavenly
It's so tasty I can tell
made of secrets from the hell

But it's forbidden, not for me
should be hidden in the sea
buried deep in the ground
never seen nor be found

I am weak I must say
I should mind my own way
I should go straight ahead
thinking only with my head

But cannot close my inner sight
couldn't do if I'd liked
I know the weakness in my head
What's so wrong in going mad?

It's a game, sometimes hard
it depends on the cards
The risk is mine, I am aware
but can't refuse such a dare

And who could resist such a feeling
such extreme such appealing?
Maybe you or some other
but never me, so why bother

So am I, sometimes blue
sometimes lost or without a clue
but always ready to pursue
what is pure and what is true

And would you say the same for you?