A Fine Line...

The razor's edge of madnes,
the jagged ledge of sadness,
a ship lost, rolling and tumbiling, in the sea...
Lost in the fog...
Hung, then tossed into a peat bog,
could not see the forest for the trees,
the Wicker Man, that's me...

All go...
then stop,
someone call a cop,
there seems to to something afoot
Not all is as it seems
"Son, ya better keep your nose clean"
Here, try some of this,
it's good for what you got
or, at least, for what ails ya"

The jails are full of souls
who could not bear the load,
who lost their self control
in a moment of temporary insanity
in this Comedy we play
So then who's to say what we need to make it
through the long, lost and lonely, trying days?

In the scheme of things,
in the dream of things
in the hope that faith brings,
let me ask this...
How does one keep resolve,
and on what Truth does your world revolve?...
                  05-19-10