Musk Visions
Going through the memories,
Words rushing upon my mind,
But not understanding anything....
It's like being in the fog,
You can't see anything,
Except the outlines of the obvious.
Confusion being thy state of mind,
But willingness determening,
What may be the outlines in life.
For nothing is as demanding,
As figuring out what yet has not been solved.
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