Confusion
Confusion
Trapped in an endless bad dream, a dream in which is the reality that I live; not knowing what it is in life, that I’ve been sent to give.
Confused about the road ahead, and what this road will bring, not knowing what I’m looking for, not knowing anything.
All the memories made, through the good and the bad, will always be within; not knowing what lies ahead of us, but remembering where we have been.
Learning from past mistakes, in order to better the road ahead, not knowing what the future brings, while the past remains unsaid.
We should live each day for how it is, for it’s just a simple day, but live it to the fullest, for only you can choose your way.
Copyright © Shanna Anderson | Year Posted 2011
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