Leave it only on the confusion,
there is right on wrongs,
while wrongs fix the rights,
confusion is all there is,
in this world,
left in a fog,
where does it fit,
and where does it break,
while in all,
left in the snowy grounds,
along in the blistering winter’s child,
living blind on it,
bring it all,
becomes nothing else,
in leaving the worlds of between it is all,
forever lost on it,
showing that lack of peace,
hollow words come and go,
growth does nothing,
in wise that dies and cover the ways not all forget,
yet how easily to remember,
just to forget it all,
happens,
just as so,
fades away.

 

 

 

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