World Records

I never dismiss the different

I don't see a lunatic

Just one who punched their lunar

ticket early

All this observing was worth 

the lurking

This world is just a circle, a

broken record spinning under god's needle

The songs been heard before 

And will be heard again

The bottom will be top

The beginning will be end

The grooves will blend

Get on beat

Or tossed back in the bin