formless, and unchanging absolute.
yet, we know when chaos has arrived.
it exist in you, so it exist in me.
i am my own chaos,
like typhoons blew village to ruins,
armies succumb to the desperation of defeat,
a mother who grieve, with a great sense of loss.
in my hands, i cradle the sphere of chaos
fuelled by caused and causing
standing on the ridge of time
uncertain what chaos i create next
in my mind, i imagine chaos
with poetry, knowledge, and death
i made chaos as beautiful
destructive as possible
i have destroyed myself, my surroundings.
took every order and made chaos as i go
witnessing every bridge burns to ashes
and creating loss for those who are unfortunate
but what if every village has been blown,
no armies longs for victories,
no mother would give miracle,
does chaos finally yearns for... order?
in this absence of order in my life for so long,
do i finally yearn for order to take place?
will i, for once, create and nurture
instead of taking and destroying?
in this so little time that i have left,
i want order to take place,
in my life, in my head,
in my hands to create
do i long for order, because i found you?
do i long for order, because i see you?
do i long for order, because i want you?
do i long for you, to stop my chaos?
will you, after all this time.. heed my call and bring order once and for all?
