"All because of you," sounds so easy.
So simple to force the fault somewhere else.
But if the butterfly hadn't flapped its wings,
would the hurricane still come?
A concatenation of events in the shape of a spider's web.
There is truth in the simplicity.
The opposite breeds chaos and confusion,
it breeds catastrophe.
One of the thousand silk strands snap
And the other thousand snap back.
Can one repair so much damage so fast?
Or should it remain untouched?
Flip the coin, roll the dice, play your ace
and take the chance,
for a loss cannot exist without a gain.
And suddenly the fractal pattern is revealed to have an end.
The infinite has always been an illusion,
the shadow cast from the fear of decision.
So what do you choose,
it's only one or the other:
The simple or complex?
