Chaos creeps in like a creeping creeper,
Clinging to control like a clinging clipper,
Confusion clouds like a cloudy cloak,
Collapsing composure like a collapsing oak.
Clarity slips like a slippery snake,
Catastrophe strikes like a striking stake,
Crisis consumes like a consuming flame,
Capitulation beckons like a beckoning dame.
Composure crumbles like crumbling sand,
Consequence looms like a looming band,
Caught in the current of life’s cruel sea,
Can we find our way back to being free?