Things rarely coincide,
With our colorful graphs,
And detailed guides.
There is truly evil,
And bright spots to counter it,
And most know the typical script,
To this classic conflict,
Up to its denouement.
But change the variables,
To the triumph of chaos
And few fear anything more.
Yet in this life,
The single worst bet one can make,
Is that everything will become predictable,
That with time’s inevitable,
That the house will never one day
We won’t relive the past,
Though things can relapse,
Because with the march of time,
We can revisit where we’ve been,
But we cannot become again.
We exit states of high concentration,
To return to areas of low,
With building pressure,
Comes a sometimes violent
Unless you’re there to pick up the pieces.