"confusion"
Boy, I must admit how confused I am.
Night and day. Day and night.
I lay down I think.
I sit down I think.
How confusing life can be, when you're faced with something so precious but yet
not so precious.
When life just seems like a merry-go-round.
Confusion is it? Boy help me over come this confusion.
My head is spinning like a merry-go-round and my little precious someone
asking what am I stressed over?
Confusion I hear an echo saying continuously just take life day by day and your
confusion will fade away.
BY: Alice Maragh
12/4/98
Copyright © Alice Maragh | Year Posted 2007
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