Organised confusion

Have you stepped in that cold yet warm place,
That place which can set its self on fire
And in a moment it extinguishes it,
Place where decisions are made and
Arguments metered,
Place that knows all your secrets known and unknown,
Have you stepped into you head?
‘Tis a lovely place I bet.
Where lots of noise surrounds each vein,
But in that confusion,
Organisation is achieved.

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