the poets chaos
here i am stuck in the poets chaos
i am stuck in this eternal paradox
that cannot be figured out, you
can call out all you want, it is pointless
pointless to try to get out,
so i no longer try to beat what cannot
be broken, what cannot be ...solid.
i belong in this place
whether you call it a blessing or a curse
i know it belongs to both
so i still exist, in this
paradox of the poets chaos
for i still search,
for a way in and a way out
do not beat the world out
for you cannot win
it has been done.
it is not sin.