Chaotic Equilibrium

Chaos calls... It calls... It calls... It calls.... Emptiness... Intelligent forms are the side effect, Of chaos's masterwork. Everything wrapped In an endless cycle... Born to die... Die to born... A frail equilibrium temporary mantained... To born to die... To born.... To die..... To born..... To die....... Then... Small holes that suck all inside... Where? Pointless... Cold space calls.. Decomposing anything that borned and died. Is it relief or is it death? Both, for those who walked this narrow path...