Ahh, ok. I have one that I really like but it's at home. Could you help me with this one though, there's something about it I don't like. They twist, they turn, they’re thrown about, With all the might of Poseidon’s angry wrath, This is the confusion of our swirling perceptions.
The recognition is never clear, For it is the eye of the beholder, Which is where it all begins and shall always end.
Determination upon this extremity, Can be the cause of ones mighty fall, and for those that seek a path unhampered.
Consciousness of this foggy desire, Is something few have dared to endeavor, but shall never know if not free of all perceiving thoughts.
None can console, None can assit, For the quest is simply, This confusion of our swirling perceptions
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They twist, they turn, they’re thrown about,
With all the might of Poseidon’s angry wrath,
This is the confusion of our swirling perceptions.
The recognition is never clear,
For it is the eye of the beholder,
Which is where it all begins and shall always end.
Determination upon this extremity,
Can be the cause of ones mighty fall,
and for those that seek a path unhampered.
Consciousness of this foggy desire,
Is something few have dared to endeavor,
but shall never know if not free of all perceiving thoughts.
None can console,
None can assit,
For the quest is simply,
This confusion of our swirling perceptions
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