as more time goes on
and the more that i see
calculated chaos
is what i seem to be
bright new beginnings
but i still crash and burn
i fall two steps behind
with every lesson i learn
it's slipping like water
from my two shaking hands
people i've always known
i suddenly can't understand
they tell me i'm uptight
yet still too wild and crass
and the memories blur
under my looking glass
i'll enter this world
with exhilaration and fear
without a clue of what to let go of
and what to hold near
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Serenity - A Journal Of Some Sort
RandomThey tell me that what I create is chaos. But what I create is the only thing that brings me serenity. ~ warning: this book abruptly switches from deep personal narratives to really random stuff so hop on and enjoy the ride
