Wisdom and Choas

There was eight. There was always eight to show.
At least that's how the story goes.
You always tell of the inner four as we say.
Earth, wind, water, and fire. And that makes sense cause they never change.

they are Time and and Space too, but you have yet hear their tune.
They play their part, and each changes in their own way
And both of them will say. There was always eight.
You see he was never gonna hold that weight.

Some might even say that was always his fate,
He never did like his place.
So they claim to hate each other now
But they know they are forever bound.

One sees the way, knows the roads
Sees the choices and know where they go.
The others rolls the his dice
and know how the odds slice.

And they swore never to speak how those result go
Because they know that would leave them to snore.
You see, child, you have freewill, and you here able to curve out how you are borne.
Because there was once a 7th, and Destiny got bored.

Split himself in half. Gave infinite power up.
Just up and said he had enough.
Gave up a lot that day, but I what I always found strange.
is the two that remained in his place.

Because it wasn't light and dark.
it wasn't some mess of person, and a spark.
No, the two that came about. Were the wisdom to guide us though the tough ones.
And the chaos to make it fun.

And I think he know that too
Destiny always knew
That was he thing. That was always his way.
Destiny never made a mistake. And he left us with eight, so there was always eight.