Entrophy

there are the pieces strewn about, without a semblance of order, unless viewed from the vantage of secret places, then the pieces find automation as I am looking at them, and they reorganize and retract and coalesce into a novel and whimsical order they tell me that they, the pieces of my life, are happier without me and without the constraints I place upon them happier when I allow them to act as they wish as we all wait for the great equalizer... what is most commonly refered to and forgotten, Time, As they like to say, to put an order to the multitude of endeavors and spurts of genius only we are capable of putting into motion, but my tiny brain minions are holding out for a greater leader.