Mutual Chaos

Wait dear,
Wait for the night
You don't need to know
You don't need to remember why you're here.
Just embrace it.
The madness.

I call it Mutual Chaos
Pretentious I know,
But you should know
It's the only word that fits us both.

We never have existed have we?
Within this realm of reality
And possibility
Filled with maybes and 'i'll see'
When we all know your blind
And mankind doesn't care,
As long as you follow the cadence.

It's set out by that big metronome in the sky
Of course many don't believe it's there
But we all hear it ticking
Pushing footsteps, heartbeats
Onwards, upwards towards industry
And the 'better me'
And all the forms of frivolity.
It's this clicking?

You understand now, correct?
That you were made for this
Oh yes, it's quite illicit
But as long as we keep it quiet
The thieves and beggars shouldn't mind it
Mind the lawyers don't catch hold
They're awful cold.
But of course, you'd know.

Now then.
On your way.
I'd say the day is young
But we both know her real age.
Mind, however, you don't ask.
She's haggard behind her flawless mask.
Although if you look close it's always printed in 'The Age'
Page eight.