Confusion
It’s been quite a while
Cruel crawling time took my mind
Seldom play plays a bad habit
But nostalgia knows one thing
You get out but can’t get in
And when you find the missing tile
When perhaps, it’s too late to find
So, someone’s made every bit.
Introspection knows one thing
You get in but can’t get out.
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