Always believed in fate and destiny,
Chance can't exist with synchronicity.
If I look too closely the world seems lost,
Violence and chaos at other's cost.
Removing the judgment and observing,
It seems that order is what we're serving.
It's hard not to focus on the details,
Harder to keep faith when all is not well.
Some things are just part of the mystery,
At least that's how it always looks to me.
Trust in the process, have faith it ends fine,
This chaos or order is by design.
