Control loves chaos
Like moth to a flame
Rope to tether
Soul to blame
And chaos begs for control
On hands and knees asking to be fixed
And healed and contained and boxed
To feel anything but itself
Because it's too much to hold
This polarity of the ages
Too much to feel
Too much uncertainty and confusion
Too much illusion
Too much insecurity and fear
Losing the ground they were born from
Dissolving anywhere, everywhere, and to anything
But themselves
Control, though neatly tight and fixed
And could use some ruffling
Carries the tools and spells for chaos' containment
A spine for it's cyclone to still
But control holds tightly to chaos' mystery
Ordering, ordering
Choosing might and will
Anchoring anchoring
A fight to hold
But in truth
Nothing can contain chaos
But chaos itself
If I have any advice for chaos
It would be to find your center and root there
And if I have any advice for control
It is to know you can let go and be safe
In the infinite nature of chaos' embrace
And in this union of opposites
A ladder is built to the stars
For the lost to climb out of confusion
And into divine love in which they are