Confusion has its victories,
In certain morbid stories.
But in this one it has finally lost.
Oh crooked confusion!
Oh crooked confusion!
Your path is a maze.
But this maze is ended,
The walls have lifted,
The playing field is empty.
But this maze is ended,
The walls have lifted,
The playing field is empty.
And I stand at the center,
Staring at the exit,
Afraid to take a step,
Wondering what mysteries it holds.
Staring at the exit,
Afraid to take a step,
Wondering what mysteries it holds.
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