Confusion

Confusion is something that's hard to explain, It's the depths of despair the heart of a pain, It's the burning sun and the freezing rain, The darkness, the light that has shone in vain. A throbbing desire that just can't be denied, Like listening for loved one’s voices who've died. Thinking of ways to escape when we've lied, The muddle of schemes in the mind not yet tried. The worrying about love, life, death and war, The wanting, the grasping, the aiming for more, Trying to make out we're rich when we're poor, Unsure if our values are worth fighting for. Doubts come to taunt us when we've aimed too high, And clouds of confusion mist over the sky, And we sink down so low that we refuse to try To get up again and ask ourselves why?