In the middle of chaos, I find order.
Life is out of gear and everything is topsy-turvy.
Every person has many masks to wear,
At each moment, they fall to haunt the souls.
In strangeness, breaths are taken for life,
But to breathe is never a living life.
Our freedom is snatched, so is our mental freedom.
Conditioning of bodies has become the order of the day.
People seek themselves in dark,
While the light has hid its face somewhere far.
Yells are common while uncommon is the cry of love.
Tones are sad, so is tune.
In the middle of chaos, I find order.
