Through Fantasy and Failure
Despair and Success
Our shared pain
Isolated joys
We begin to reform the world
Despair is treated with spreading the pain
to every corner, every person
Success greets you with isolation
Entrance into smaller and smaller worlds
until your work is for people, not with them
That's the cycle of life as I understand it
Beautiful, sweet, blissful chaos adds the flavor and joy
As we run around confused and bump into each other,
More and more rapidly and frequently
We can share our joys
Grind out our pains,
and find where we all hurt the same
Chaos is a tide of love
Unexpected money
an irradiated pocket of silver
An unknown child developing
Chaos is in all of us, clawing to escape
Order is how we suppress it,
and the connection we all share
Great blunders have brought the greatest discoveries
Great promises have turned to dust
I cannot set out on an expedition knowing how it will end
Where is the fun, the science, the experience?
Feelings of rage, frustration, and comradarie?
What has happened to this force that can make midnight lovers out of enemies?
Where is the tug and flow, the tides that will not release?
When is the point in time that stability became SOP
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Through Fantasy and Failure
Despair and Success
Our shared pain
Isolated joys
We begin to reform the world
Despair is treated with spreading the pain
to every corner, every person
Success greets you with isolation
Entrance into smaller and smaller worlds
until your work is for people, not with them
That's the cycle of life as I understand it
Beautiful, sweet, blissful chaos adds the flavor and joy
As we run around confused and bump into each other,
More and more rapidly and frequently
We can share our joys
Grind out our pains,
and find where we all hurt the same
Chaos is a tide of love
Unexpected money
an irradiated pocket of silver
An unknown child developing
Chaos is in all of us, clawing to escape
Order is how we suppress it,
and the connection we all share
Great blunders have brought the greatest discoveries
Great promises have turned to dust
I cannot set out on an expedition knowing how it will end
Where is the fun, the science, the experience?
Feelings of rage, frustration, and comradarie?
What has happened to this force that can make midnight lovers out of enemies?
Where is the tug and flow, the tides that will not release?
When is the point in time that stability became SOP
![]()
Despair and Success
Our shared pain
Isolated joys
We begin to reform the world
Despair is treated with spreading the pain
to every corner, every person
Success greets you with isolation
Entrance into smaller and smaller worlds
until your work is for people, not with them
That's the cycle of life as I understand it
Beautiful, sweet, blissful chaos adds the flavor and joy
As we run around confused and bump into each other,
More and more rapidly and frequently
We can share our joys
Grind out our pains,
and find where we all hurt the same
Chaos is a tide of love
Unexpected money
an irradiated pocket of silver
An unknown child developing
Chaos is in all of us, clawing to escape
Order is how we suppress it,
and the connection we all share
Great blunders have brought the greatest discoveries
Great promises have turned to dust
I cannot set out on an expedition knowing how it will end
Where is the fun, the science, the experience?
Feelings of rage, frustration, and comradarie?
What has happened to this force that can make midnight lovers out of enemies?
Where is the tug and flow, the tides that will not release?
When is the point in time that stability became SOP