With glassy eyes you ask me,
What I am,
I am you,
All of you,
I am that hunger in your breast,
The puppeteer holding your strings,
I am the primordial ooze from whence you came,
I am that voice in your head,
That which raises your fist to another,
I am the dark shapes in your periphery,
Those whom make your pulse race,
I am each butterfly wing removed,
I am no theory,
I am intrinsic human nature,
Call me chaos.
