Everything in life has a pattern,
Even Chaos.
The study of Entropy, I'm sure will
Pay off.
But how much will they let us experience
Before reviving our spirits?
Or will we lay dormant,
confused, cold, and lonely?
Before there's more of us
consumed, old, and owning.
A sense of pride for our lives, which we call experience.
Memories.
The ones we remember, and the ones why people fear us.
Entities.
Skipping the embers, and going straight to ashes.
We say they are laws. But that is just madness.
The conservation of ashes, breads no life, only more sadness.
Jun 28, 2013
Jun 28, 2013 at 6:45 AM UTC
Everything in life has a pattern,
Even Chaos.
The study of Entropy, I'm sure will
Pay off.
But how much will they let us experience
Before reviving our spirits?
Or will we lay dormant,
confused, cold, and lonely?
Before there's more of us
consumed, old, and owning.
A sense of pride for our lives, which we call experience.
Memories.
The ones we remember, and the ones why people fear us.
Entities.
Skipping the embers, and going straight to ashes.
We say they are laws. But that is just madness.
The conservation of ashes, breads no life, only more sadness.
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