Thursday, May. 27, 2004 / 6:18 a.m.
Degrees of Separation

It's funny the things you adopt

To help you through the day

An attitude, a nasty vice

Does it matter anyway?

For what if you awoke tomorrow

To find your world had changed

Would we still be sane then

Or different degrees of deranged

And what is sanity really

What is it deep inside

A fearful ant clinging on

Trying to not fall off the ride

And if by chance we fall

From this life and from this grace

Would we still be comfortable

Without a familiar space

So where then do we go

When the lights have all gone down

I guess we have to pack up

Follow the circus out of town