CONFUSION

Sometimes things try and succeed falling outta comptrol

As to turn to right turns to turning to have turned to left

That which is supposed to be left being found apart in roll

When wealth is yours but found deeper yet with theft

When dawn comes down low and come’s the dusk

When all have expected it all to rain but for every summer sun

To call at with every of its drying scorchy kind of tusk

And when the sun is needed the moon tries its luck to burn

And everything that man has learnt his life equals aught

Whether to be or not to be ties man to one long fife

Confusion crawls in next birthed to define man’s thought

Whether to or not to try and touch on trying to live life

Don’t leave life, live life, confusion clouds

Rain clouds surge in legions and rains then drop

The pails and bowls walk out as kempt go the rods

Confusion’s rash, pushy dazes bad but let patience pop

Man, if you are not losing it

Man, you are not getting it right

Man, if you are down and confused, that is it

Man, pray against darkly grace for bright light.

-        Jodekss Gloatkenf

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