CONFUSION

sitting by the window sil

i see the raindrops gliding down

its not that they got me to the window

i sat here throughout the mornig light

saw the sun croess by

and sat till the dusk came to pry

looking for a solution

to the problem of confusion

its like a haunting ghost

that guards every door

its like a qualifing test

that drags you close

its like a companion

that feeds on you

its like a bridge

that you need to cross

so lap after lap

we give it a try

some get a high

then life leads on

to another guarded door

the guard .. none other than confusion

it might cause our extermination

but its our determination

which gives us the elation

of wining the altercation

it often robs the smile off our face

thats what we say in every race

but its not a theif

it needs appreciation

for its generosity

for giving us the gift of maturity

a gift of perception

a gift of innovation

so thank we must

the guarding angel called confusion