All of these years,
Perhaps I’ve been doing it wrong,
All of this existence malarkey,
Running on the same spot perpetually,
Trying to be a good little cog,
Losing enough fingers between the gears,
There has to be a worthier method,
A creed more suiting,
In the years ahead,
Perhaps chaos is instead the way,
Madness in all things,
Life without rules,
Volatility of ones schema,
The status quo is not benign,
So discord shall be my reply,
Certainly a creed more suiting,
Perhaps this is what was needed,
The solution I dreamt of,
Becoming an agent of chaos,
Fairness through bedlam.
