The tale of two extremes.

To the chaos that stays,
To the one's who grieve with, 
To the one's who are amused,
To the fate for showing the back, 
& To emotions that'd live with. 

Look who's conscious and missed his bus. 
Look how far he ran concerned,
the one's sweatin' like bruised.
But his heart is outdoing.
Just 'cause he's hopeful.

The destiny is close,
close enough to feel the cuddle,
though the senses took the long rope,
which can't sustain the rush.
Just 'cause he's tryin' to fit in. 

One can blame the muse,
and come up with a noose.
The same can shout the names,
the names that mattered.
Just 'cause he's cagey. 

The other end of seesaw,
the other end of the life,
the other end of the love,
all chokes to the ignorance.
Just 'cause he's prescient.