For Day 200, a poem from Billy Joel.

They say that these are not the best of times,
But they’re the only times I’ve ever known.
And I believe there is a time for meditation,
In cathedrals of our own.

Now I have seen that sad surrender in my mother’s eyes.
I can only stand apart and sympathize.
For we are always what our situations hand us;
Its either sadness or euphoria.

So we’ll argue and we’ll compromise.
And realize that nothing’s ever changed.
For all our mutual experience,
Our separate conclusions are the same.

Now we are forced to recognize our inhumanity.
Our reason coexists with our insanity.
Though we choose between reality and madness,
Its either sadness or euphoria.

How thoughtlessly we dissipate our energies.
Perhaps we don’t fulfill each other’s fantasies.
And as we stand upon the ledges of our lives with our respective similarities;
Its either sadness or euphoria.