Ingrained Chaos

The sounds of the city, sound through the city.

A pity. At times, it can be so pretty.

But those times pass as swift as a penny.

And contrarily – there aren’t as many.

A firecracker, a lightning strike, a camera flash, gunfire.

*Shhhhft-twwfoo*

Fast. Fast. Come to pass. A thing of the past has come at last.

Here today, gone tomorrow.

When you realize it’s value – you fill with sorrow.

A flower, an eclipse, a first snow, a shooting star.

Echos of what once was vibrate off the walls of what may be. The sewing needle has passed through the fabric. To start again you must rip the seam.

Happenstance. Serendipitous or affliction. Impetuous impotence impeding on intentions.

Tension high. Pretensious lies. Invisible lives that press on by. Innocence dies to stoke the pride.

No one can wait to reign as king. A status that make a-many eyes wide. When did the only resign?

High class, low class, S-class, bus pass.

If you blink an eye a year’s time will pass in a moment. Like popcorn we’re heated and are tossed here and there. And most points of contact end up in a crash. The butter’s a mask. False courage a flask. What’s at the end of this hundred yard dash?

The sounds of the city, sound through the city.

A pity. At times, it can be so pretty.

But those times pass as swift as a penny.

And contrarily – there aren’t as many.

A pity. At times, it can be so pretty.

A pity. Incessant flames a-trending.

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