Confused
I stagger, I shake, and I fear
The path is crooked but promising
From where do I find the strength to tear
A piece of plan that keeps on teasing
The very fulcrum of my happiness
My peace, my hope, my love
The centre of my existence
Flying away like a dove
I watch with zero persistence
The depth of my own confusion
The tattered pride, the scattered glory
Until I stop staggering and wake up from this delusion
The truth of the story will remain untold.
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