It’s the days I have nothing to do
I miss you
So much time on my hands
Yet I desperately cling to you
Pulling myself through
The grinding and chewing
Still breaking up fights
In the war i’m eschewing
From waging, engaging
In conflicts are raging
Around me all over the world
Although maybe
The rampant mass chaos perceived
Is in me
And the order opposing it’s
Who I should be