Tuesday, February 17, 2009
The Snowman of Distractions
You say, "There is a method to the madness."
I say, "My method is madness."
You say, "For the sake of sanity!"
I say, "Let go of it. It'll drag you down."
Death knocks at your door.
You run for your life.
Death knocks at my door.
I invite him in for tea.
I suppose that we are different,
I've loved you and I'll love you evermore.
And though snowmen melt in the hot sun,
It is only when they're sane.
...And not made of packing material.