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Everything is in chaos, but lasting us A split second, you blink your eyes Take a breath Credulous, yet benevolent Mind chasing Awaiting new thoughts, like meteors To explode across your cerebrum Feelings in eardrums From the sounds around you Constant axon arousal Enticingly guides you On the path to feel Alive With an adrenaline skeleton Complex, trying to fit in But really, "who are you?" Because sometimes thoughts succumb Beyond your grasp, and they numb the way you feel And in those moments, we define our ideals Almost Soley based on the bad things Instead of realizing We should not define ourselves for the chaos and chatter we internally ramble on with About half of us Cant mold an identity anyway Cause we don't understand The word is not meant to be What it's said to be Identity's definition Is not definite You see It's more like a clumsy representation Of what you want to be Since you are ever changing With the vibrations of thought Think of identity being more associated with how you adapt To everything thrown your way What defines you is how you display yourself When chaos itself Comes into your life Everyone has strife, cause life is not easy Just don't think you're alone Or have a mental disease
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Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
The Chaos Theory
Everything is in chaos, but lasting us A split second, you blink your eyes Take a breath Credulous, yet benevolent Mind chasing Awaiting new thoughts, like meteors To explode across your cerebrum Feelings in eardrums From the sounds around you Constant axon arousal Enticingly guides you On the path to feel Alive With an adrenaline skeleton Complex, trying to fit in But really, "who are you?" Because sometimes thoughts succumb Beyond your grasp, and they numb the way you feel And in those moments, we define our ideals Almost Soley based on the bad things Instead of realizing We should not define ourselves for the chaos and chatter we internally ramble on with About half of us Cant mold an identity anyway Cause we don't understand The word is not meant to be What it's said to be Identity's definition Is not definite You see It's more like a clumsy representation Of what you want to be Since you are ever changing With the vibrations of thought Think of identity being more associated with how you adapt To everything thrown your way What defines you is how you display yourself When chaos itself Comes into your life Everyone has strife, cause life is not easy Just don't think you're alone Or have a mental disease
Thoughts come in and out of our lives constantly, and sometimes we completely change our perception of ourselves if we think of something we believe is unmoral or not right. For the most part, we cannot always control what our brain may throw at us. But what we can do is learn how to adapt to whatever is thrown at us, instead of defining or questioning ourselves in those moment indefinitely.
tony-scallo
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Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
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