Like the matching pieces of puzzle from another jigsaw set.

Like the matching heels of different colours

Like a pair of earrings with uneven length

Same mask wrong theme

Same wants different needs

Same thoughts uncertain desire

Same dreams not in sync

Same distance different route

Same destiny wrong decision

Lost star moon fades

Sad rains and angry storms

Blow the wind roar... shoot the thunder strike

Strike once to dear heart for knowing what it wants but not doing it right

Strike twice to mighty mind for thinking too much of consequence and harms

Strike thrice to pitiful soul who cant stop resonate and seek its calling.

Strike forth to harming attitude of which it exasperates by self control and self protection, assets to save guard all 3 gems above. Only to be blamed as the nonsense.
For each and every downfall.

No room to fail.
Too late to feel sorry.
No room for much negotiation
Too late to accept for the less
No way of embracing shortfalls
No way of taking the easy way out
No way of mistreating and harm my weaken desire
No way of betrayal
No way of further confusion.

This is what confusion feels like.
If this is what it means, then perhaps i should be on my own.
It this is what i received and accept, the worst is yet to come.