poem sorta thing

here's my blog theme poem (that I wrote myself)

The wheels of the world keep spinning.
Sometimes you're caught in the middle,
sometimes you're flung to the edge.
In the midst of the chaos there is order;
when all is lost, too much is found.
Method will be found in madness;
confusion found in pattern.
To comprehend would be incomprehensible;
misunderstanding, understandable