I like to keep my chaos in its niche.
My comfort zone is everything I know.
But sometimes I’m not certain which is which.
I have the need to scratch some phantom itch
for order. Even when the maelstroms blow,
I like to keep my chaos in its niche.
When mired in despair as black as pitch,
I’ve craved the flood, and sought the tranquil flow…
but sometimes I’m not certain which is which.
At times I’ve tried to get the two to switch,
but how can I upset the status quo?
I like to keep my chaos in its niche.
My chaos and my comfort should enrich
my life–I need the both of them to grow,
but sometimes I’m not certain which is which.
Not much in life goes off without a hitch.
I’ll welcome comfort anywhere, although
I like to keep my chaos in its niche.
But sometimes I’m not certain. Which is which?