Chaos Walking.

Chaos walking

My papa use to say,

That we should never brag about what we can see only through another man's eyes.

His words are forever etched in my heart.

Iced.

His words are the only compass I have now.

Only thing I can brag about knowing of this dark world, I saw through his eyes.

I am lost.

For my papa use to say that we should never brag about what we can see only through another man's eyes.

He was right.

Was it true,

What your papa said?

Did he set a moral standard,

A compass,

A go or die path?

Was that path his too,

Where did it take him,

Where is it it is taking you?

Was it true what your papa said?

Or Was it just a pack of broken standards.

A set of rules,

A bad joinder of roles,

Standing and falling?

Every man would, every man should.

Was it true what your papa said,

Or was it just a pack of broken standards.

Take a walk,

Look around,

What we abhor here,

Another eats.

Complex right?

It is what it is,

A complex universe and we must see it so.

It is in our diversity that we see beauty,

We are a pack of Chaos Walking.