Confusion
Ode to confusion.
Confusion yes is a word.Sometimes small and others big.To know yet also to be dumbfounded.To feel as if all pieces of a puzzle are there yet do not completely fit.To have eyes wide open yet to be blind by the darkness within ones own heart.But if one is to be blind by ones own darkness light ceases to exhist.And if that's life than is death sweeter.I've tasted the vine yet still thurst.Full yet still halfway empty;and if one is to live this way is this life.Nay I say unto thee there are far worse things;and if thats life give me death.
Confusion yes is a word.Sometimes small and others big.To know yet also to be dumbfounded.To feel as if all pieces of a puzzle are there yet do not completely fit.To have eyes wide open yet to be blind by the darkness within ones own heart.But if one is to be blind by ones own darkness light ceases to exhist.And if that's life than is death sweeter.I've tasted the vine yet still thurst.Full yet still halfway empty;and if one is to live this way is this life.Nay I say unto thee there are far worse things;and if thats life give me death.
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