In a society where thoughts collide,
Confusion dances, worlds divide.
A whirlwind of puzzled minds,
Seeking truths that are hard to find.

With furrowed brows and troubled hearts,
We long for clarity, a fresh new start.
But confusion, it plays its game,
Twisting logic, bursting frames.

Yet amidst this tangled sphere,
That little voice whispers near.
Rejoice, it cries, in the chaos' embrace,
For confusion holds a special place.

Sometimes it is the catalyst,
To unravel secrets, to persist.
To navigate the winding path,
And unveil the knowledge, escaping wrath.

Choices stand before us, clear,
As confusion tries to interfere.
But if we listen to that little voice,
We may find the strength to make our choice.

Some may deter, try to guide,
Amidst the chaos, they confide.
But in our hearts, we must concur,
Trust our instincts, desires stir.

I beg to differ, claim our ground,
In the realm where confusions are found.
For through the fog, we'll forge our way,
Embracing the puzzle, come what may.

So let us face this wild illusion,
Embrace the challenges, seek solutions.
For in the midst of confusion's grip,
Our journey embarks on a daring trip.

And thus, in this poetic fusion,
The power lies within confusion.
A labyrinth of choice and strife,
Navigated with the rhythm of life.






A/N: not really satisfied with this, I'll make 'confusion 2.0'

~By @belvichy
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