Chaotic Self

Chaotic Self Do you regret your life have you done enough Saddled yourself with strife though you knew it would be tough Looking for meaning where there is none Searching for something you're still on the run Trying to find completion can't place the words Wound up in the desert your bones picked by birds You've lost who you were sought yourself in chaos Back to childhood mythologies tried calling on deus Placed your words in order their meaning was fragmentary Your heart on your sleeve obtained a penitent commentary What is it that I've written from the top of the Ivory Tower I'm no longer a mere poet having gained the Will to Power