The pieces stumble into place,
Really, when isn't there chaos,
Except when it's something you refuse to face?
Wouldn't it be glorious if life could be lived,
As if there's no order, but things will all work out?
It sounds easy to do, but no one does it,
And calls lazy the people who try it out.
Again, I must ask myself what is the point,
Of a system that only offers stress?
Let's all be as fluid as money's become,
And maybe we can all live with less.
And it's alright,
No one will know either way,
Try it out on the sly and then decide,
If you can live as such another day.
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