in a muddle
in a puddle
in a world made of dismay
on a rock in the middle a dragon fly prayed
he was battered
he was tattered
he was in a terrible way
from the things in his heart he tried not to say
all the confusions
all the delusions
all the the emotions he couldn't convey
in his muddle of a puddle in his world of today.
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