Appointments or Dead Lines

Theres two types of people
Living in my circus
Those that are too busy for life
And those that life is too busy for
And I suppose they both have their
Selling points
But as i see a man
Working all day over a desk
Only to travel home
And trim the hedges
And shine his shoes
And dust his trophees
Never really understanding
Never wanting to understand
He's too Busy to understand
He's not really happy
But then I see a man
Wandering the streets
Not a care in the world
(Not a shirt on his back)
Apathetic to anything
He's had too much time to think about it
He thinks he understands
Maybe he does
But it doesn't matter
Because either way
He's not really happy
But then I see a man
This man makes his life
Pondering the ways of others
The almightly questions
He's found the equilibium
Because being too busy
Can drive you insane
But freedom
Can be your most dangerous enemy
This man, this free-thinker, this poet
Found his balance
on the tightrope of life
When I toppled into the abyss
Fortunatley there was a safety net
Stuck somewhere between
happiness and loneliness
frustration and fulfillment
sanity and schizo
That seemed to capture my friends as well