Chaotic ways


It’s so unreal
the way life goes on
in its own chaotic way,
that i never know
heads from tails
living day to day.

problems confronted
friends to make
i wish you'd please stay,
for i’ll tell you about
the way that i feel
no grey in what i say.

questions are asked
in turn an answer
“confused as ever” i say,
maybe we weren’t
meant to be
companions in any way.

or maybe we need to start again
in our own chaotic way.

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