The world is made of glass, and a rock has just broken through
The world has shattered, as if by some revolutionary breakthrough.
The rock is a revolution, and to us he just threw
A pebble from the moon, on a trip now through.
But as t he shards collide, a new standard is set
As the grains divide, the shards, land in a set
The pattern of chaos is order, order chaos set
And so a bridge was built, but a rock won the set
And so begins the race
Two distinct in race
As chaos thrives my heart will race
But the expansion of order will too race.
From order, chaos comes through
And the sporadically changing norms show that nothing is set,
And once you see beauty in entropy, you find that chaos and order are of the same race.
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