It’s a state of loss and grievance,
The moment you lose yourself.
That confusion building up in your head,
Making its way from the recesses of your mind to the core of your belly.
There’s confusion beneath the suit and tie,
Pencil skirts and chiffon blouses can’t hide the frown upon your face.
Where are you heading?
Or, have you already arrived?
That pin in your map won’t get you there,
Not when you’re lost among your thoughts.
It’s that brilliant mind of yours,
It hides all the answers till you need to know.
We’re not lost, not really.
We’re always going to be finding ourselves.
When life throws some pebbles your way,
Just sit on them and imagine you’re by the sea.
Until it comes to you, wherever you are. The thought that will set your mind free.
Until next time confusion wants to play with you,
Open your eyes and appreciate your complex, blessed life.
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