Confusion
I think I was born in confusion.
Only God knows how much confused I stay—
Confused whether to stay or leave,
Confused whether to eat or not,
Confused whether to talk or stay calm,
Confused whether to be spiritual or not.
...
And there go many more.
I think confusion is what makes me overthink.
And I have to let go of this,
So I can live peacefully.
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