Fighting Entropy

Nothing stays fixed, nothing stays fresh
Time leaves rust on whatever gets left
You don't have to wreck it, neglect does it gently
That's the slow little pull of entropy

Car on the drive gets rust round the trim
Milk in the fridge gets lumps round the rim
Tap starts dripping, then the pressure runs thin
One cracked seal and now the weather gets in
Paint starts peeling, weeds creep through
Leave anything long and it eats into you
Things fall apart with remarkable ease
Keeping 'em working takes work every week
Mates you were close with turn vague, then distant
"Let's grab a drink" becomes strangely persistent
Months become years in the blink of an eye
No big falling-out, just a slow goodbye
That's how it happens, no crash, no scene
Just tiny gaps growing quietly between
Everything good needs a little routine
Otherwise time does what time's always been

Chaos works late clocks off shift
Time keeps tugginggging while the whole lot slips
I'm holding the line while it pulls at me
Same old story: fighting entropy

Fighting entropy, fighting entropy
Running just to stay where I'm meant to be
Push that stone uphill, it rolls back down
Catch my breath, turn round, go another round
Fighting entropy, fighting entropy
Every bit of order takes energy
I ain't chasing glory, I ain't chasing speed
Some days standing still is a victory

Now mix ADHD in the everyday mess
Every tiny loose end breeds twenty more threads
Cup by the bed, post piled by the stairs
Half-done jobs multiplying everywhere
Clear one plate — there's six in the sink
Reply to one text — remember five that I missed
Sort one shelf and uncover three chores
Try to fix the room, now I've dismantled the floor
Admin breeds admin, clutter breeds clutter
Miss one small thing and it rolls into another
Passwords expire, bills need checks
Appointments, renewals, unread texts
And people go, "Mate, just organise"
Like there's one magic switch I forgot to find
I am organised — all of the time
It just takes full-time work to look basically fine
Brain's like a desk with the papers all spread
Nothing gets lost, it's just all in my head
Keeping ten plates in the air simultaneously
Looking quite calm while I'm fighting entropy

Fighting entFighting entropy, fighting entropy
Running just to stay where I'm meant to be
Push that stone uphill, it rolls back down
Catch my breath, turn round, go another round
Fighting entropy, fighting entropy
Every bit of order takes energy
I ain't chasing glory, I ain't chasing speed
Some days standing still is a victory

Sisyphus knew — stone, slope, repeat
No grand finale when you get to the peak
No gold at the top, no permanent win
Just gravity waiting to start it again
But maybe the point isn't finishing clean
Maybe the push is the whole bloody thing
A home isn't "done", then eternally sound
You patch it and paint it or nature takes ground
Friendships aren't files that stay safe when they're saved
You've got to make contact or distance gets made
Send that stupid meme, make plans for a drink
Small acts of care stop the whole thing from slipping
Bodies need sleep, gardens need rain
Love needs attention again and again
Life isn't built then preserved perfectly
Life is the process of beating entropy
So maybe I'm not failing when I'm back at the start
Maybe holding the line is the difficult part
Against a whole universe pulling apart
Keeping things close is a radical art

Order costs energy — that's just the trade
Metal gets rusty and colours all fade
Hot things cool, neat rooms get messy
Nothing stays lovely just 'cause it was ready
So love is maintenance, care is repair
Showing up often, just keeping things there
And if all I managed was stopping the slide
Maybe that counts as a decent day's fight

Fighting entropy, fighting entropy
Running just to stay where I'm meant to be
Push that stone uphill, it rolls back down
Laugh, swear, breathe, then go another round
Fighting entropy, fighting entropy
Every bit of order takes energy
Maybe I moved nowhere anyone sees
But look what stayed standing because of me

Nothing stays fixed
Nothing stays clean
Life's just a pocket of temporary order
In a universe leaning the other way
Stone
Hill
Me
Same time tomorrow
Fighting entropy