When there is chaos there is darkness and light
With chaos it can be night or can be bright
Without chaos it is neither organised nor unorganised
Though without chaos, chaotic things can be analysed
But in the chaos there is tidiness
And in tidiness there is wilderness
Though two words have the same name
It doesn't mean they are the same
As within fire it is bright and dark
And the darkest thing can lead to a bright spark
The coldest thing could be a warmed up gem
Because even though they are one thing it doesn't define them
As when the chaos comes it cannot be ceased
But when the chaos comes organisation is released
And as we rest we are wide awake
But meanings are ours to make
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