Chaotic Stillness of the Rebel Soul

In the eye of the storm, a rebel stands,
Defiant heart in restless hands.
A paradox of fire and ice,
Chaos and calm in strange device.

Thoughts swirl like leaves in autumn gust,
While outward calm belies the thrust
Of inner turmoil, seething deep,
A volcano forced to silent sleep.

Society’s chains, they rattle loud,
But cannot break this spirit proud.
In stillness, finds the strength to rage,
Against the bars of custom’s cage.

Anarchic dreams in orderly mind,
A contradiction intertwined.
The rebel’s soul, a quantum state,
Both here and there, early and late.

In meditation, finds the spark,
To light the way through social dark.
Tranquility fuels revolution’s art,
As steady beats the rebel heart.

Chaos dances with serenity,
In this soul’s strange fraternity.
Order born from wild desire,
Water quenching, feeding fire.

So in this stillness, change is born,
New worlds from old ideas torn.
The rebel’s path, both calm and wild,
Nature’s chaos, reconciled.