Desirable Destination

Fight the primal
Calm the soul
Ask the Lord
To make me whole
When will I
Find my way
Hopefully before
Come judgment day
Will I find
The life I won’t lose
For so much time
The highs and lows
I don’t want to feel
Things down to my toes
I wanted to fly
But not like the crows
Constantly landing
Only to take off again
I’d rather sit down
Live life like a hen
Calm and Chaos
They both are plagues
Constantly switching
Making their trades
Are we destined
To find our equilibrium
Or do we just exist
For an age of delirium
I’ll continue to walk
The windy road
Hoping to find
Maybe a clearing
Or just a lightened load