Imperial Imperfection

The theory of chaos is clear
As transparent as glass
Save your reflection for the mirror
Can't help to feel inferior
It's the complex that gets complicated
You cause your complications
By refusing to do anything
The easy way
By choosing to do everything
The hard way
By choosing to push everyone
Away
I live for the day
You live by the day
We each have our own way
Of getting through the day
The more you invest
The more you pay
But nobody seems to pay
Attention to their options anymore
Always choosing another door
Door one, two, or three
Will you be happy?
With whatever you choose?
Or will you always feel like
You're destined to loose?