Engulfed by beauty, you don’t realize the storm you are in
The storm is loud, quiet at first, but mostly deafening

My friends gave caution of what I was in
But I felt compelled to see what lies therein

Chaos may seem fun, for a little while
Does becoming immune to poison stop it from hurting
The chaos I’m in went from fun to saying “What am I doing?!”

Am I losing myself to this disruptive person
With someone who says peace is boring and so on

What is there to change when the rules keep changing?
When up is down and the truth leads to blaming

With someone like this, do I want peace?
Or do I want someone who causes my growth to cease? 

I thought I wanted better but I’m convinced this is okay
I wonder what is outside of this if I step away

Will I escape the high winds that know no end?
To know this is peace and just not the eye of the storm

Attempting to tame chaos is constant insanity
Chaos doesn’t believe in me, but only in being fueled by we