Ideas Arrive

Chaos arrives on broken wings Imbued with ideas and passion. Order arrives on rails Complex in its simplicity. Anarchy is a stowaway Removing all systems, Those perfect or corrupt. System lends itself, Its power of structure, To accomplish Or to limit. Not all change is good, Not all change is bad, No system is perfect. There is No absolute perfection in order, No perfect chaos that can stand the test of time, No true anarchy that can last through the ages, No system that won’t collapse under stress. But we can last. No individual is perfect, No idea perfectly fitting Some need tweaked, Some need refitting. They say don’t fix what’s not broken, But what if what if it’s broken, And they just don’t know what to fix? Another viewpoint is needed, In matters important or nondescript, Or valiantly we must retrofit, Our way of thinking, our way of life, Or come crashing in a heap of What if? What if it had gone like this, And not like that, Which had crumbled down Into the ocean above and below What if? What if? What if people had worked together in the beginning, Not just one group of people, but all people, And agreed to endorse change. Don’t change what’s not broken, But what if it’s still being fixed?