Beauty in Entropy

I've got a question. Why is everybody's baby so beautiful? Let me tell you I'm pretty nervous, heart racing, blood pumping, I feel like I need to puke, but here I am before you as children on the street are dying, the earth is losing its essence and teenage love gets more "complicated". As newborn babies are being fucked, women are forced to eat their own shit, and people made to eat their own flesh. 

Here I am! Standing tall like a man, screaming thoughts that don't even follow the plot I made. Here I am crying, weeping, sorrowful because I can barely see what's next to come. 

Here I am curled up in fear, scared to the point that my hair stands erect. I shake till my mouth start to collect dust from the grinding of my teeth, since I too have my own insecurities. I stray off point as every second moves to a minute and my pencil stops writing.

Here I am! Still angry about every single thing I was wrong by. Be it the tax man comes my hands can't move and my thumb goes stiff. Be it candle wax drips, hot, piercing like a needle, falling upon my tip. Be it you ate all the lion animal crackers and I'm forced to eat a llama.

Here I am as happy as can be as all these fucked up things are happening. There's only so much I can give before I concede and I'm always finding it hard to breathe.

Here I am making you the object of my love, when I know making you such will never be enough for all the love I can give will always be in myself. I love, I forget to add the you for I haven't got a clue as to who you are. All I know is that you're my reflection in the mirror, when I wake up in the morning to fix my barely existent hair. All I know that when I call you'll never answer the phone, I bet you never really cared. 

Because all I know is all I need to know, nothing more, nothing less. We've all been blessed by shapes pointing us in the direction of our real choosing. I'm sick, yes, I'm also dis-eased, but that doesn't mean while I'm speaking none of this is happening. The cannibals, the necrophiles, the pedophiles, and rapists aren't out there. But remember there's only so much I can take that I may no longer be able to take it. So let me ask one of more. Why is everybody's baby so beautiful? When the rest of the world is so fucking ugly? Maybe it's time to sit back, relax and see the beauty in entropy.