There's beauty in chaos
yet people scorn him
He gives them freedom, a path untouched
He shows them value
In life, in death
And they scorn him
But without him they would know the entirety of happiness
They would know where the sky stops and where the universe begins
They will become bored
See his beauty as it is
And take his gift of thrills and sorrows
Because without them, our lives would be stagnant
So when he lends his hand of vexatious absurdity
Do not scorn him.
