I.
And with this chaos running rampant
This world turning, turning madly
One would hope for a little sense
A little ordered chaos
One would wish to explain it all
Let all strugglejumbletangle
out
One would hope for trust
In this mass of turning and changing light
If I want it, I'll have to construct an order of myself
So what? My life has been built to rise on such things
II.
And the choices in my mind whirl merry
What do you
Want
Need
Feel
Hope
Think
Breathe
Prove
And if I close my eyes it may all slip from them
In my colder hands lie future kingdoms
But in my mind? words? or of life? Where will they
Climb from?
Through this storm of dancing lights must I reach out
Find the shine
And grasp it with those cooling hands
The sand those kingdoms will grow from
May fade away in the light
Or it may be the light will make the world grow that much faster
But in this sea of green seed light
How do I know what
To
Follow
?
My heart?
Carpe diem, comrade, but don't carpe yourself into the grave.