It does not give a warning.
It is never, ever, kind.
It comes like a hurricane,
Playing havoc on the mind.

The heart allows it entry.
The brain never has a say.
Time becomes a mad whirlwind
That demands the present pay.

It’s falling in ice water:
The lungs are about to burst;
There comes the gravest hunger,
With the most terrible thirst.

All the world becomes a blur,
As the hurricane breaks you;
And if you are not grounded,
It will ravage and take you.