Discombobulate is a mystery indeed
The mindset itself doesn't set you free
To be or not to be
Is the glowing goal
You might have to sell your soul.

Composed outwardly as a soundtrack
When agitated, it sure makes us a whack
Confusing is its meaning
Beware to all who follow its bidding.

A bit of intrigue mashed for flair
There's nothing perturbance can do in its lair
Feeding on helpless souls
It leaves us at crossroads.

In the freedom of choice
Being disturbed is a vice
Gliding on the ocean of frozen dreams
The bells of perseverance want me to believe
The path to success is more of faith.

Try your best--even as a befuddled mess
Our doubts are an internal test
Bridging the gap between confidence and insane
Our diligent endeavours never go in vain.