It's Not Easy To Define Poetry.

Sometimes You Get Out From Behind The Wheel And Let Someone Else Step On The Gas.

So Now I'm Going Back Again I Got To Get Her Somehow All The People We Used To Know They're An Illusion To Me Now Some Are Mathematicians Some Are Carpenter's Wives Don't Know How It All Got Started I Don't What They're Doing With Their Lives But Me I'm Still On The Road Heading For Another Joint We Always Did Feel The Same We Just Saw It From A Different Point Of View Tangled Up In Blue.

And I Hope That You Die And Your Death'll Come Soon I Will Follow Your Casket In The Pale Afternoon And I'll Watch While You're Lowered Down To Your Deathbed And I'll Stand O'er Your Grave 'til I'm Sure That You're Dead

I'm One Too Many Mornings, And A Thousand Miles Behind.

There Are Degrees Of Happiness. You Go From One To The Other And Then Back Again. It's Hard To Be Completely Happy When Those Around Us Are Suffering And Groaning From Hunger.