But A Thread

Whether we realize it, or not,
there is but a thread
that holds it all in place,
that keeps it all together,
that prevents things from falling apart.
The amount of control
we all have
is little to none,
though we think we are in control
when we are not.
There is but a thread
of saneness
that is between each of us
and the insanity
of the exterior world
or the madness
within our own
minds.
But a thread.