The Land of Confusion
The land of confusion is filled with loss
no one listens, no one talks.
The music playing has no point to get across!
This land is full of desolation
the trees are alive, with no vegetation.
A masterful plan, with no creation.
The people here smile for nothing
souls are full, with no joy of anything
like arms reaching for a lot of nothing!
This land can't be real, so I'm dreaming.
I speak so loudly, with no words forming
it's like the silence is screaming!
Reaching out trying to take control
I grab nothing, but my hands are full.
This reality feels like my lost soul.
There is not escape of this desolate land
No words I can share, nothing but sand.
The land of confusion is where we end
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