Of Volition

We cannot strip off from Our emotional chaos As if it was borrowed clothes Covering our true self This is what entirely shape The actions to which we commit That we soon merely drape In a cloak of wit Whoever thinks he is speaking By the free decree of his will Or keep silent, or do anything Is living a daydream Elation or disarray Passions are the potent forces leading us along the way Within this mayhem Reason is solace but doesn't have empire over them Chaos, the mighty Cradle of causality ruling over reality Kairos, the right time To embrace disorder in order to sire the sublime Our free will is so frail Volition is but a judge Lifting more and more the veil On what drives us What we seek through reason Is only to understand The sole way to craft freedom Within our hands Speaking out for justice Observing the silence of the wise By the conscious decree of the will Is living with open eyes Elation or disarray Passions are the potent forces leading us along the way Within this mayhem Reason is solace but doesn't have empire over them Chaos, the mighty Cradle of causality ruling over reality Kairos, the right time To embrace disorder in order to sire the sublime