There’s chaos everywhere, in mind, in body, in soul
Order is miles away, to look for it I went on a stroll
There's so much clutter in
so young, so green minds
sometimes it wishes to be deaf
sometimes it wants to turn blind
how this chaos will be organized ?
is there any order to look for, to find ?
there's so much clutter in
so big, so ripe minds
No place to go, no place to hide
and we go on to live in our bee hives.