Eating and Excreting

You are as free
as a tree.
No real choice.
No real voice.

What did you want?
The power to do all you desire?
To be a god inside this mortal fire?
To attain control?

There is no free will.
There is no free meal.
There is no free will.
There are no free bills.

It is chaos that controls you.
Churns you and unites you.
With the other.
With one another.

It is freedom that enslaves your mind.
A word that tries to define
the unattainable.
Trying to illustrate the divide.

For you are part of a system
that eats you at its will.
A constant state of entropy
your mind and body feels.

From decay comes all life.
A habit grown from the ground.
Embedded genes made.
Encoded to degrade.

Time is a process.
Time is not a constant.
Chaos is the mother of all order
as the universe grows colder.

A dissipative structure
where order is preserved
far from the equilibrium.
Always eating, always excreting.

Cycling energy through all form.
Form is the ghost in the matter.
Form allows the organism to exist.
Born from this, we twist.