Disorder, Trouble & Reason

disorder loves to find itself in your home when its not

busy driving around town looking for trouble its cousin

trouble likes to hang out and steal some nips from its 

flask as they cruise around looking for people to hassle 

too often they find themselves ploughing through the

boulevard drunk out of their minds and not having a 

single care about any damn thing at all they're like that

quite often sometimes reason glares at them as they pass

by reason has never gotten along with either of them 

even though they grew up together in the same neighbor

hood they've never seen eye to eye reason glares but 

says nothing and stews quietly to himself disorder and 

trouble have never bothered trying to change they've 

always embraced their flaws wholesale one day they'll 

get theirs everyone says behind their backs reason 

would love to be there that day to say I told you do.

An Experiment

Is there immortal truth in our thoughts and actions?

Will the tides sweep us aside like those before us?

The challenge of humanity is to temper our natural
appetites and to conserve that which we have been
given.

You fell down so often and I was always there to
pick you up. Now, we hardly talk at all. This brings
a sense of sadness to me. It is a change, we are
becoming different people. I don't think I can keep
 pretending anymore.

What voice do you hear when you read this?

I've conceded, there is only conceit in this.

The body must rest when the mind can no longer
bear to be awake.

Can we construct a narrative from individual lines
and passages? Can we find meaning in disorder?

Is this what I'm talking about?