The sound of confusion is quiet on the outside but louder on the inside, as thoughts ramble and what could have been lies, all you can do is think. More so than on the negative, doing things naively could have made you fulfill regretment. Going along with what you thought was just okay. Decisions should never feel okay but only certain. Choosing what is wrong and right, the head puddles around what we could or should have done. As time unfolds and society unveils what is beneath us all along, we sensed but never pondered on it too long. Now that the media has opened our eyes, all we must do is think. Some rather mask and continue on forth. As sympathizers, those who want their justice never sit quiet. Confusion that is quiet on the outside might be louder once time goes on. Our brain has thoughts in the back of their iceberg where all can think freely and truly. Political oppression that has lived haunts me now. Guilt where I have led myself where others wish to be. This is not my dream, I choose someone else. You can never pick or choose, these things stick with you forever. We can do so little, the feeling of helplessness surrounds the world. Choosing the feeling of acceptance to be okay is not certain.