Chaos and Order

Chaos and Order.
It feels like right now I'm living in between the two. There is much to be done, and a pace to keep up with. But I feel so weary from the journey.
21 and ready for the end. I often long for the eternal sleep.
This world of noise and panic, we have built our own cages.
I search for peace every single day, and find it in the numbers and symbols that speak to me. Calling out.
Can you hear them? are you listening? are you looking?
I am calling out into the dark.
Is that a reply or my own damned echo.

I pray to God that I am not the universe for it is a cold and lonely place to be.
I pray to God that there is a plan, and a story to be told.

I am calling out into the dark.
Is that a reply or my own damned echo.
21 and ready for the end. I often long for the eternal sleep.
This world of noise and panic, we have built our own cages.
Can you hear them? are you listening? are you looking?
There is much to be done, and a pace to keep up with. But I feel so weary from the journey.
It feels like right now I'm living in between the two.

Chaos and Order.