The Headache And The Chaos Poem by Matthew Holloway

The headache and the chaos
The countless worlds and possibilities
Of lives and stories and journeys
All that could be and all that never will
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Faces, lovers, people filled with rage
The jealous and the guilty
Tales waiting to become something real
Sometimes wait in vain
For reality can be boring, a disappointment
But knowing and seeing it all
Flowing in symphony
Hearing and listening to silence
Speak of it all as art
How tedious and patronising
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The numbing of senses
The distraction of a life existing
Daily routines being undertook
Hold off the headache's
Stave the chaos for the while
But is a while enough
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Madness some may call it
Another sight or understanding
Beyond the normality
Of what is generally excepted
Ergo chaos in situe
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The ego dies a quiet death
The artist paints and the writer writes
Musicians play and dancers, well
Should the world be a play
And we each have our part
Who is the bard
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The headache and the chaos
Of each and every untold possibility
Stories, lives, journeyed ends
What is the reason behind it all
The answer lays beyond
Me