leaking out

Continuing on to where,
Does anyone care,
Which path to follow,
Seems all very hollow,
Too young to be senile,
Though it could be denial,
Looking at the chaos that does ensue,
It floats along in the ether,
Like a demented beaver,
Always shifting between old and new,
Wondering about order can be found,
Never appears to be around,
Trying to keep thing straight,
Looking more like a figure eight,
No end or beginning,
Determined never wavering,
Chaos appears to reign supreme,
Leaking from a madman's dream,
Forming like a cloud,
Making its presence sometimes very loud,
Boisterous,
Sometimes dangerous,
Trying to lead you astray,
Full of trying to delay,
These two dance for eternity,
Always opposed eternally,
Even the fates seem to hinder,
Crushing your heart into a mound of cinder.