It lays spread before me
Merlot blanket of time and tide
This glossy breadth of upheavals
That, in due course, would subside
Some day this will be paradise
The home about which I’d lied
But this eternity, it’s a wasteland
Where hopes and tears collide
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That is entropy at work. Order is a transient state.
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