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Lost In Confusion
Lost in confusion A scar time will never heal, A scar dangling in the hands of fate, Take a glance at all four corners of the earth, Some are filled with boundless joy at someone’s birth, Yet some are grieving over someone’s death, Some are drowning in the murky waters of starvation, Yet some are winning and dinning in ululation, I am lost in confusion. Few woke up to a fancy bubble bath, Millions to a bath at a local river, Some countries are in the middle of bloody wars, Whilst some are concluding peace treaties, Some lovers are making up. Yet some are breaking up, Someone is trapped in the misery of tribulation, Someone in the loneliness of isolation, Yet someone is hogging the limelight Cloistered in the world of fame Some people are harmful, some helpful, Some chose the ballot, some the bullet, People love without reason, without reason they hate, The heart that hurts beats the scar, The scar of the mystery of life The secret is to persevere, To be better today than you were yesterday, It’s better to die great than live grieving, So I’ve been told and so I believe.
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