In the labyrinth of seconds that slip through fingers,
the alignment of disorder is a dance choreographed.
Understand, the pulsing circles (like those moments)
remind you of time's deceptive grace.
Embrace the chaotic waves; ride them.
As the clock ticks, synchronize your chaos with
its rhythm. Find solace in the relentless pulse of order.
Navigate the erratic landscape—inner sanctum await.
The confluence of intention and happenstance.
A whisper in the turmoil: "Listen."
A direction lost to self, yet found within.
Follow the trail of your shadow—echo it.
Time is your canvas; chaos, your brush.
Paint with erratic strokes, yet step back to see:
harmony hides between the oscillations.
Seek it. Define it. Shape it.