They are all insane! Carrying their babies and flags in single file They skirt around the chasm edge Like ants on a forest path Wheeling their way around a rotting tree Their eyes hold the stare of a thousand yards They are focused on normality They know not who they are And they know not the chasm beneath them Some of them like to overtake While some dance and some are dragged Some want to lead and others want to lag They are beyond help and reproach They will do only what their elders tell them These are the people with whom I would belong I have become divided from them I sob from a chasm ledge but they do not hear I am trapped between the dark unknown And the light above me I can fall further or try to climb back up No matter what course I choose, I will become insane.