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.