Fog Of Confusion
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I want to say a lot
But what to do with this lot
That chocks my throat
And prevents me to some thought
The complexity of life’s struggle
Never let me sit quiet and idle
I float like a tender bubble
Among all this painful rubble
I wander here and there
I search desperately everywhere
For my soul in the infinite sphere
But the fog of confusion is not still clear
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