Real Life Drama

Chaos and order Balance is the law To have the mind To understand The value of things From the previous generation Its music Its art Its people From a young age Is a pitiful thing indeed For soon enough this youth Gets discarded To the same domain To look back and see There is a score to settle For everything under the sun Man might try to take short cuts With a view of physics But sooner or later The balance is restored And even his will Is part of the device That accomplishes this But to make choices To be masters Of this world And of his time Oh, yes... To pick the fruit And to taste it Naturally It makes me think of humans As beings with arms That are meant for flailing Appendages That dangle about heads Meant for important work But it is a curse That has been laid upon me To have seen generations Come and pass To see them as a whole And therefor all as one What shall I do with this Where we sing O Fortuna On the one hand And shed blood on the other? I see them blending in Mad orgies And the geometry involving The anal fetish The games we play To celebrate our given moment And how we celebrate it With frivolous fertility And it is in actuality The more clever ones Who realize their chance In the face of the passing Who are most obsessed Willing to sacrifice the most Forsaking their life partners Because death is imminent And drives them towards change And so As I stand by the silver beaker Washing my dirty hands I wonder what I will do Not only with the time That is left to me But also with the people Who are my people None the less Ah, yes To be the stoic Like a mountain or an island Could you perhaps Take me up in a whirlwind As well? And I will then also leave behind A double portion of my spirit For whoever sees The fiery chariots blazing Mighty trails across your sky

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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