Well, this Ship of Fools Sets Sail towards the wild and woolly horizon; sky’s dark and dim; we’ll see the moon arisin’ I reckon, sooner or later my friends (looking at the loonies running around on-deck.)
I sigh, passing my hand over my head. God, I think – I’m just one of them. I feeling like getting down on the deck with them; flapping my arms like a wild lunatic, clucking like a chicken with my head cut off.
We’re in it together, on this Ship in my head. A rickety mast; a creaking hull; sailing in my brain. A bit of this, a bit of that as the loonies run on by, muttering to them selves and each other as JW & the Controller sigh. Looking at the loonies, knowing we are one: we sail into the dark night of unknown.