Bewildered, bewildered, you have no complaint. You are what you are, and you ain't what you ain't.
I want it clearly understood that I'm totally confused.
People occasionally recognise me. But they don't know who I am. I see a lot of bemused looks... They're trying to figure it out.
Nothing. I was confused for two years. I didn't understand anything and I'm still confused.
Poor intricated soul! Riddling, perplexed, labyrinthical soul!
I can't imagine why you're so interested." He shook his head. "Interested? We're talking about you. I'm fascinated.
Here is another secret: I have no business being fascinated by you.
I like very confused people. The more confused, the more fun for me.
In all earnestness I asked myself what kind of world I had stumbled into.
Recently, someone asked me if I believed in astrology. He seemed somewhat puzzled when I explained that the reason I don't is that I'm a Gemini.
Wandering and confused, lost to myself, ill-assorted, contradictory, Pausing, gazing, bending, and stopping
Conditions for creativity are to be puzzled; to concentrate; to accept conflict and tension; to be born everyday; to feel a sense of self.
Speechless, castaway, and wry, a spellbound oddity am I. My feet are planted in the clay, my gaze is locked upon the sky.
My wretched dragon is perplexed.
