chaos and peace

in chaos I found peace,
now in peace I find chaos.

rushed every morning
like my life depended on it
(and indeed it did)
got crushed in the crowd
used to say,
it helped me keep fit!
it was 'chaos'
perfumes and fish,
all rolled into one
one characteristic smell
it was 'chaos'
smiles and frowns
on the same face, at once.

then, in that 'chaos'
I found my peace.
in my crowd
I found solace.
(but I guess I didn't know it then)

felt the world rush by.
every morning,
thought today i die.
in the mess of my life
there lurked a certain order.

then I quit.
left in search of peace.
in search of solace.
the very things that ran up to me
I deciede to run up to them.

now I do not rush.
I do not run.
there is no crowd.
no need to frown.

the beautiful order I got,
I managed to mess.
in the peace i bought,
I managed to get 'chaos'.

there are a million people
in the town
a million guys fighting
for the crown
people rise and people fall
but i'm the worst fool
among them all.

there are fools with luck
and fools that suck
but i am the real sitting-duck

there are fools with glam
and all things sham
but me, i am not worth a damn

why am i the worst fool?
always?

there are people who get cheated
and also mistreated
but how many like all that repeated?

i am the worst fool.
always.
why?