Confusion and Clarity

When shaping one's life
These two things occur
And as you start doing strife
Both also start to bother

Confusion causes corruption
Thoughts become pretty sparse
Small things look huge profusion
In the end, nothing, near one draws

But clarity does a work of a queen
Lovingly carry one to its destination
Things look simple and clean
One does not find any kind of distraction

Confusion is a snake game
That eats bubbles and increases in size
And after all, to lick itself is its aim
In short, it itself rises to the demise

Now the turn goes in one's hand
Either to be sure with one's goal
Or to keep blowing like a sand
At last one is supposed to control