Orderly Chaos Poem by Hwyl Matteo

Chaos in order
To those who wander,
alas, what's the matter
amidst this endless daily grind?

the disguise of non-stop action we wear,
our inner vacancy we don't care.
Oh, how the false facade shines bright!
A glided cage that blinds the sight.
Dare we cast the light
not to illuminate their night!

dancing with seven devils, concealing our true selves.
outside swing the maples;
See, we are praying in the chapels!

A race in the bottle,
now champagne on the model.
What's left is
what's buried yet.