Chaos is defined as disorder and confusion,
I wonder if it has been ever proven?
Because I find chaos to be beautiful,
But the way it’s misunderstood is pitiful.
In all its disorder there is a peculiar pattern
It deserves more than the reputation it earns.
Order is suppose to be chaos organized,
So how order without chaos could have survived?
I feel it is highly overrated,
The world might be better if order could be abated.
In all it organization and clarity
There is still so much disparity.
These were the differences that came in conclusion,
But let me tell you about the greatest confusion.
Order and chaos are not opposite to each other,
Their very existence depends on one another.
They are two sides of the same coin,
Now you see how ignorant you have been.
Chaos raises order and order leads to chaos,
Order seems sorted but one day it turns into chaos.
Chaos seems out of order until it gives rise to order,
This ongoing cycle confuses which is latter and which is former.
You thought they were different until now,
Your facts seemed to have cleared up somehow.
Chaos is mine and order belongs to you,
I decide my own fate while your’s is decided for you.
Chaos constructs and order destructs,
Chaos helps me heal while order infects.
Chaos freed me while you are still bound by order
Can you feel its hold, its grasp tightening above your shoulders?