Only one learns to calm the storm
in midst of chaos, there is no other way...
In midst of chaos, no one has learnt it,
For no one has attempted to master,
An art that even the CAPT can't muster.
No one has learnt it, yet he's futuristic:
He sees the tempestous noise of,
Thunder and Lightning as a way off,
Indeed- he is optimistic.
The tempestous noise of thunder,
Seemingly, frightens the oiler.
The way he seems to see optimism,
as the contrary of the idea: pessimism.
And there, he sees optimism;
The oiler sees a clear pessimism;
And a phantasm of realism:
The absence of abstractinism.
The CAPT that cannot muster an art,
and a persona who can't see the real art.
Who will calm the storm?
There is no other way, but only to lay
A mind that cannot calm the storm.