There is no order to things

There is none, I swear
No matter how much you hope
No matter how much you cope

Nada none

There is no answer
Beyond this matter
Asking for the latter

Not a single one

To date your love
To save your heart
From that viscous dart

Bullseye unbelievably missed

Not to this one-time list
With endless action items to kiss
Not even one checked box, you miss

Alas, the box that never fit

To your desires, a persona lit
From the fires of a restless mind
Clawing desperately to escape its find

That there is no order to things

Believe what you will
And choose wisely the hill

To die on
To live on
To be in order for no order.

There is no order to things.

Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~