Too confused to be confused
A thousand thoughts sore forth, throw my head. twisting and turning in abundance that overwelms clarity and reason. to which a dance of disisons follow throw my skull. tis this the one below whom live in the land down under be the perfect fit for life? with another pull and tork in my mined could the waiting of the waited just truly need thy time to wait? but if so how to wait for one whom gives so little to wait for? and with a urning turning toss to a pull, dose a sweetness of whom at is home be the last of my unknown?