In an overclocked world somehow I’m still
But not in the good way, not in a freedom kind of way,
but in a chaotic kind of way.
My reaction to chaos is to stand still,
thinking it may pass me by.
Instead I stand in the eye of the storm,
knowing if I move I’m going to get hurt.
So I’m standing, constricted but unstructured,
unable to see past the roaring winds encircling me…
but not know what to do inside the eye.
so I’m willing to do something, anything,
to break out of this unstructured chaos.