To long for a state of chaos:
When everything inside you is purely chaos itself.

To long for a true state of chaos on the outside,
can seem so calming

For then there is something present to worry about,
and it’s not just “all inside my head”.

My soul doesn't build any buildings,
No mistery would be hidden in that,
Lonely scaffolds in endless swamps are rather my soul's biddings.

we built walls
only to see them
crumble and fall
we won battles
only to lose what can not be returned
for eternity

time just won't stay
I guess it's bored
all it sees is greed and pointless drama
I'll make it fall in love with me
but I ended falling in love with it
so one-sided
it moved on
and I'm stuck
tick-tock
times up