The order of life poem

In the order of life, such chaos permeates the air,
and with no rhyme or reason why,
except the false realities created by humanity,
with which we cage ourselves in,
and hinder progress and advance nowhere,
the order of life it is far too complex,
and if we simplified things,
how much finer would life be with less complexity,
and how many more smiles,
upon the faces of humanity would there be,
because if we were to simplify things that govern us,
how much better would we fare,
and how much better life would be,
and so much easier,
and with far less worry,
and with more time to spend together,
more happier times you and me will share.

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