The world is twisted by all means.
I am often not sure of my ends and also my means.
If life is chaos condensed tight,
What is best to make the chaos within right?
If all is order and hope,
Why do people as though in darkness grope
their way through nothing?
After all, life should be something!
But, what can life be, except merry making and celebrating
this ever voluminous nothingness.
Meandering through a series of telemarketing,
we reach within us a willingness.
To live till the end until we bend
For reasons that flash on the world wide web as the newest trends.