Chaotic Resolve

The symmetry  of our lives thats not really there
is something of the words we usually bear.
The words we avow to the people we love.
whose words are sacred and that of a dove.
However the rumors that flow through our  lives
peirce our hearts like dull butter knives.
The death of a person we may have known
bring up emotions we've not normally shown.
The chaotic resolve for mes' not yet come
im sure in the end it will all be done.
I will have lost the battle but won the war
and be swimming towards a glorious shore.
Where the grapes are sweet and the wine turns to rum
and everything that happens comes with an even sum.
I wont have to worry about the end of the day
when the flamingos rest and the oceans at bay.