"*Confused*.
Here i sit at night.
The stars, not very bright.
My feelings I shall share."
Befuddeled, confused, urge to be inspired.
thinking about things that have been transpired.
think think think, mysterious things.
a stray thought, no clear path.
Im tired. No rythm no sleep.
This isnt enough.
Stress, urge to make it better.
Tears amongst confusion.
Silly four line construct, always so confined.
Again the path uncertain.
What *is* that window light i see?
I have always wondered.
But this isnt what I wanted.
Stronger urge to do.
What *is* it i am feeling?
I am still unsure.
Thick, heavy cloud of thought.
Nothing left to think.
This should be continued.
What else is there to say?
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