CONFUSION
CONFUSION
I don't know what to do.
It seems bogus sometimes and sometimes true.
The reveries inside me are fomenting.
The comprehension is dud and lamenting.
I'm confused at times.
I can't protrude connotation from Life's berimes.
I find myself on the verge of vain.
I conflict with things that give me pain.
I only get the emolument of my bestir, inchmeal
I anticipate the things that are vain and make it hard to deal with.
I carry the encumberment of dogmas of society.
In the denouement, I don't have wings to fly high.